Mickey Factz - By Any Means lyrics

[Verse 1: A-live] Down on my last dollar, god damn I better blow Working harder ‘cause second place I can't settle for The will to win is the sh** they give out medals for Never fazed by the pain, this I was destined for While you were out here partying, me and Ren were arguing About album release dates, promotions and the marketing My girl calling my phone but I can't seem to answer it Cause she don't understand how the stress can get so damaging Gave my mom more grief than I would prefer But now she smile when my Beamer pull up to the curb I did it ma, I made it ma, and I'm still your son But now the pressure on ‘cause they saying I'm the one So close I can taste it, a couple hours from greatness A quiet kid but for the cash, I'm murdering like Mase did Praying that we make it, but I don't want to be famous Living in my moment, I'm knowing we gonna take this [Chorus: Anik Khan] What we talking about, huh? If it ain't about paper, get from around us Cause patience ain't a virtue where we from bruh It's now or never so you better understand We do this here by any means [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] Up and down, roller coaster this is what I've been through Label after label, see the bullsh** I get into Never had a thought when I was 12 and had a pencil Writing to an instrumental, I get paid off my mental But I did it, I did it, and I'm still trying to get closer I'm winning, I'm winning and I can't stop till it's over Got a niece now that I'm proud of, get emotional when I hold her Probably wouldn't be rapping about 5 months ago if I didn't know her But I do, so that's one plus one equals two I added Q to that equation and my hunger really grew Got doubted by some people that I thought I really knew That ain't nothing really new, hope you got a clearer view ‘Cause I'm Malcolm at window by any means Martin while he marching, sleepwalking with many dreams Michael Jackson, microphone magic in my Billie Jean Set myself a goal and I'mma do it when I hit the scene, feeling me? [Verse 3: Soupa] Yo I'm tryna make a buck/ If I'm asleep then wake me up/ Im on the field that's on the real no time to chill n wait for luck/ Without a whip, I'll take the bus/ Miss the bus, I'll take a hike/ My foes be tryna take me light/ Shorties tryna spend the night/ But I been in my basement on probation/ I done harbored so much hatred, felt like god had left me fatherless and faded/ Now I'm off 40 ounce, stumble thru the city/ When you black and out of order don't nobody show you pity/ But I been a goon A silver spoon is something I ain't used to All the grindings made me coocoo, missing times that we would shoot hoops/ Now I can't tell who's who , my homie faded poppin pills, it's hard to chill/ I can't explain the pain I'm not no doctor Phil/ Sittin Replaying our lives like we were watching film/ I'm grown now lets play a little game it's called do not k**ed/ And I got the will to win, it's something that I feel within/ Hustle hard lets get it in, hustle hard lets get it in