I write sounds, Don't write for the hype Don't write for the light type ones I drop bombs And I ain't stopping 'till I'm I'm copping what I'm wanting, motherf**er, Here we go! Y'all know my speed low hero Save my city from them cheese oh be real Hommie, I'm singing my a** off like I'm Cee-lo Ladi dadi dadi they just wanna party But my I'm pulling the kool aids Keep on spitting, sh** retarded I don't rap about generic sh** I don't rap about Bugattiz I don't rap about rapping circles sponsored links My rappers are body body Do it for the fans, don't d it for the shine Don't do it for the ups, I'll do it for the grind I do it for the moment, don't do it for the time, now You can never really say when I'm in my prime rim Now uppidy ups don't mean a lot, When I'm diggidy down down y'all seem to pop Without them i probably wouldn't be a lot Just a normal a** kid who dream a lot f** boys, don't see a lot Keep telling me that I don't keep a G a lot 'Cause I don't talk about giving girls D a lot I guess being myself is who I be a lot What is real, what is real, what is real? I don't know, I guess before I leave that's something you gon' feel Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic This dream I believe in I guess I had my own reasons I was chiefing every evening Mom calling plus my phone beeping I ain't pickin up I aint pickin up Want to live it really but I never live it up Mather of fact, I've been thinking about gotta give it up But my homie tell me that I'm really ill as f** So I wrote the hook down Barely look down All it took now Was a good sound Write the bars and layed it down And when I layed her down I just played her loud Like What if i just Tell you right now Everything you ever wanted you can have it That right there, is why I do this I was gonna be the coolest! Now, motherf**er, I'm gonna be the truest man I wake up in the morning, I ain't gotta be a different body Why i turn the mic on or when you got an icon Aim it in my face with the flash of the light on Number one to give a writer something to bite on Say cheese for the cameraman You know a bro just rappin for his gramma man Got hits like ram jam bam balam And i aint stopping till my momma see a grammy man, like Hey, exit exit, don't read the text, the performance's better You can check the show and get your critique on And we can feel the vibe and sing it all together like Hey, doctor doctor, dont cure my a** before i divide and conquer Ex-haters sayin that my flow is bonkers You wanna be real well dont wait no longer Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic (Its about time for the tango!) One long day turn to one long dream, dream Yeah the show well it aint what it seem, seem No this aint here no party music, but you can party to it Everything i do i put my hear into it But you can party to it No this aint here no party music, but you can party to it Everything i do i put my hear into it But you can party to it Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic Whoa, i said it, yeah i said it Whoa, sh**s epic, yeah sh**'s epic (Thats why i do this) (that right there)