[Intro: Morgan Freeman & (Monica Potter)] You do what you are (You mean you are what you do) No, I mean...you do what you are You're born with a gift If not that, then you get good at something along the way And what your good at, you don't take for granted You don't betray it (What if you do, betray your gift?) Then you betray yourself [Verse 1: Starlito] Don't sell yourself short That's a short stroll from selling your soul I recently found myself, it's time to set some new goals Forget some new clothes, Rolexes and gold, flexing for hoes I'm talking about freeing ya mind 'bout time you let some sh** go Post traumatic stress since adolescence I was at war with myself, but that was lessons Those is blessings just to learn from my mistakes and live to tell it, no confession Able to make a stable living off my self expression, I'm guessing My haters didn't think I manifested When I was trapped in the trap Is how I planned an exit Got to playing with weapons getting that weight off like I'm anorexic On the other hand sh** wasn't right, so I left like I'm ambidextrous I had places in Vegas, Phoenix, Atlanta, Texas Heard people say I'm the greatest, a genius, and a legend They say my insomnia comes from antidepressants Voices telling me grind hard, don't abandon your message [Hook: Y. Lee] See the game don't wait for no one You do what you are Whether you are on the top or the bottom 'long as you go get your dolla [Verse 2: Starlito] I ain't slept right in 14 years, I'm dead serious Finally came face to face with my fears, praying in a mirror Lot of times I just be thinking out loud that way I hear it Lot of rap n***as really be cowards I say they're weird Portraying and playing roles Ain't real as they appear Really was in them streets so they feel this sh** in they spirit Shots fired, I was shooting and shooting back Where they do that at? Anywhere, anytime, call it on sight Better keep ya gat I was beefin' for 6 months straight I ain't even rap Never left the Eastside neither No sleep (?) Took a year to get my bankroll right But never stopped grinding hard, petty, learned my lesson Call it perfect timing Nah, I'm not just rhyming [Hook: Y. Lee] You see the game don't wait for no one You do what you are Whether you are on the top or the bottom 'long as you go get your dolla