8ball - Soap Box lyrics

[Hook] No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I'm here (I'm right here) And I ain't goin' nowhere (And I ain't goin' nowhere) No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I'm here (I'm right here) And I ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere, man) [Verse 1] I'm a outlaw fat with p**y, love and weed Smokin' straight Jack drinkin' no chase or slurring when I'm talkin' Slow walkin' dirty, southern blues, rock 'n' roll Cocaine and weed, yes indeed, lock and load Cause money make a man, take money from your hand It make a woman do stuff she say she ain't never do again We livin' life and everybody got just one of them Them boys haters, I don't f** around with none of them Family first, I don't put nothin' in front of them Somebody fool with that, I'm burnin' everyone of them I be so humble, I'm in love with this whole hip-hop music I do it for the ones who look for Fat Bay when they chose it I spit it hard for the ones that gotta live it hard They get it hard and don't know nothin' but give it hard We learned it hard man, one they shoot up on the guard I must be trippin' cause right now I hear them talkin' to me [Hook] No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I'm here (I'm right here) And I ain't goin' nowhere (And I ain't goin' nowhere) No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I'm here (I'm right here) And I ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere, man) [Verse 2] Aye I'm a president, a leader, a teacher, a crooked preacher I'm a star of the team, a fan up in the bleachers I'm a baby, up in Haiti with no mom or pops I'm a farmer in my swan I'm tryin' to water my crops I'm a young n***a out there tryin' to hustle them rocks I'm the OG with that hook up tryin' to rap up them blocks I'm the cush that you're smokin', I'm that coke up your nose I'm that feelin' that you get when used to gang a hoe I'm that feelin' every entertainer get When they do what they do and maybe sow up on that sh** yea I'm s**ed on h**n with back to back orgasms In my mind what I'm doin' is way more than rappin' When blues get there talkin' to you devils get there walkin' with your evil If you reachin' for you tryin' to take it all from you It make you stronger, filthy rich, I own the corner Feelin' good, livin' good that's what we all want [Hook] No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I'm here (I'm right here) And I ain't goin' nowhere (And I ain't goin' nowhere) No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I'm here (I'm right here) And I ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere, man) [Verse 3] Yo I'm a hard white extro feene Jones county rappin' Ass whoopin' a**, ask somebody if you think I'm playin' Around 95 spittin' Demun I'm money gettin', a** lickin' if she's hot, no bullsh**tin' They don't forget me, because I'm unforgettable And thugs don't f** with me, I'm unf**withable I'm in this b**h with 8Ball, and that says a lot I'm grinding through the rings for every f**in' crumb I got But I'm still hungry, I walk, hitch or drive the van I bust those nights but I don't need it to get to my fans I'll sign your shirt, heck take the pictures and shake the hands You have to be in my shoes to completely understand See, I didn't choose to rhyme Yea, rhymin' chose me And I used to snort c**aine and make my nose bleed I almost died from it, but see, I survived My heart is stronger than ever, I feel I'll never die Success isn't measured by your house and your car Do you have it when they say you a star? Is it love? Is it money? Is it all of the above? When you know how to achieve it, do you ever get enough?