[Verse 1]
I woke up early in the morning with victory on my mind
Attempting making a cla**ic got my hands scripting lines
Thinking hard as I improvise
On how to be a huge success in this game as my failures become minimized
Make people feel all the stories that my pen describes
I don't need fancy j**els combined with expensive rides
Or platinum plaques for my career to be legitimized
To be the illest alive is what I visualize
It takes work and focus to get heard and noticed
That's why my pen labor is hard to make my verses potent
For all my listeners who always stay earnestly devoted
Committed to make a purchase and not download it
My rhymes are loaded as I shoot for the throne
Went on hiatus and since then, the rumors have grown
On how I threw the pen away and left the music alone
But still I prove to be prone to write a luminous poem
Spark a light on gloomy days like thugs shooting the chrome
I spend a lot of time with the pads, including in the zone
And igniting pages day and night with a few off my dome
Burning up these fake cats and consuming they clones
[Hook]
You don't understand my life, my goals and my story
You don't understand that I'm here now to get the glory
You don't understand my plans, my mind and my pa**ion
And how the time has arrived for me to make it happen
You don't understand the struggle, the pain of sacrifice
Plus the love that I pour in these pads and mics
If you don't understand how to make a cla**ic LP
Then you don't really understand what it takes to emcee
[Verse 2]
Long hours, lack of sleep, writing paragraphs for weeks
Deciding which one of my rhymes I should scrap or keep
Devising a type of sound I think'll attract the streets
Mastering this craft ain't a easy task to complete
When you try to raise to rank one among rap elites
Without even selling your soul or compromising your image
To change who you are and be falsified with gimmicks
Just to please very fan and get applause from the critics
Thoughts of being a legend have always prompted my spirits
To go the extra length right past the margins limits
I sacrificed a leisure to women and all my vices
Just to be mentioned with raps most remarkable writers
Trading my social life to writing bars with preciseness
In the end, I'm sure that the rewards will be priceless
Either be a waste of talent living poor and righteous
But that's something I fear, that's why I was forced to write this
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Yo, the limelight, the glamouring glitz, it all tempts me
I wouldn't mind having bad chicks trying to caress me
But I don't make songs that seem ringtone friendly
I'm thinking of the perfect lines until my dome's empty
For listeners to have my quote frozen in their memory
Radio don't impress me with these finger snap tunes
If it ain't for the kids, it's for the k**ers and rap goons
And I go beyond both, so you can't box me in
I'm making timeless records, outlasting the hottest trend
With years from now, would probably still get a lot of spins
Unlike you other cats who rhyme for patrons, bottles and rims
These ain't Hollywood raps talking about driving a Benz
This was made for cats who walk blocks with unpolished Timbs
Getting their hands dirty to get dollars to spend
I drop this product for them, plus my rivals and friends
Who thought my dreams will meet demise but stayed alive in the end
[Hook]