[Intro: Phella]
Yeah, J. Rob, on the track
Young Karl Anthony, on the track
Phella, on the track
Sound like something
Gotta make you wait for it though...
It's only appropriate -- Ready?
[Verse 1: Karl]
They said sky's the limit, I took that and ran with it
About to take the game on like no man did it
Millionaire lifestyle with uncle Sam digits
Discomfort makes them flip flop like Land fishes
Damn b**hes hate to see a black man winning
That's why I am grinning laying next to tanned women
I never had damn thing in my hand given
So your words won't stick I am spam driven
[Verse 2: Phella]
The way the ma** feel him, you would think I'm Lamb driven
But the best I ever had was Shelly Sedan silver
That was back in '06, I was into fast living
Now the flow so sick it could make a man shiver
I ain't loving your chick I just took a bath with her
Now she's trying to twit-pic, thought you ain't have twitter
It's you man Phelly Phel AKA Da Fam n***a
We are growing so quick that our pants can't fit us
[Hook: Karl]
If it's the last thing I do then I vow to be major
Going every round like Ali and Frazier
To the top and beyond that's where I'm bound to go
And if they didn't know then someone better tell them so
To the top and beyond, I swear that I'll take it there
I'ma pop and be on, and I'ma make the haters stare
I'ma forever hold it down like a real soldier should
Hustling even harder just to show them that I could
[Verse 3: Karl]
What my daddy said made me want to prove him wrong
We'll discuss that later, now let's move along
I spent my whole life going through a lose-a-thon
Now I got them beat just like I produced a song
Peace to big, now I know that I'll do it Sean
Anyone, carter or combs
I got this game in me like heart or my bones
And so I won't stop throwing darts at the thrown
[Verse 4: Phella]
Yo, it ought to be known just how hard that I go
I'm on any Martin Luther weather Harlem or home
With the same damn dream that they thought won't unfold
But your reverend won't get the point or dodge the a**ault
You gon' notice our grind if you're watching the show
You gon' know it's our time if your watch isn't slow
With my Jazzy word I'm the Stockton of poems
And the way I pa** it off I guess Karl is Malone
[Hook: Karl]
If it's the last thing I do then I vow to be major
Going every round like Ali and Frazier
To the top and beyond that's where I'm bound to go
And if they didn't know then someone better tell them so
To the top and beyond, I swear that I'll take it there
I'ma pop and be on, and I'ma make the haters stare
I'ma forever hold it down like a real soldier should
Hustling even harder just to show them that I could
[Verse 5: Karl]
I had a day dream I'd hit the booth and get a million
And so I kept dreaming cause the truth wasn't appealing
Nice guys finish last, keep rooting for the villain
B's stupid then I'll k** him, will do it for the feeling
f** free or cheap if he's looking then I'll bill him
Victory is sweet just viewing it is thrilling
sh**, the day I get a taste swear my tooth will need a filling
If a Buick is what you're in try aiming for a Benz
I'm focused like a Camera and I came without a lens
Man, we ain't gotta be friends, dog the Game's about the N's
I do it for my uncles that are caged up in the Pens
f** a favor no offense can't be major and depend
I'm scoring 80 off the bench, with phrases that I send
Being famous never ends, so I'll keep causing Disturbia
Dropping bombs on them like Obama did on Libya
(Motherf**er)