Late nights Early mornings... Make sure the mic right Before I go in... Studio flow spitting nothing really but crack Because I'm feigning And Dreaming bout riches to be exact Yo f** the fame Never looking down The top is where I aim... I bring the pain Like that guy Major Payne... Hold up... Switch the flow up... We not the same Homie on dope beats I throw up... I must be a dealer the way these lines shoot up... All through ya body like a Twelve gauge shoddy in the hood bumping k**umanti... Confusing everybody Ha, yea I know.. Black male making music Instead of selling that snow... [I'm Confusing everybody Ha, yea I know.. Black male making music Instead of selling that snow...] (x2) Let it breath....... Lately I been getting focus Going to cla** fast to avoid the clowns who really just wanna be the jokesters Last quarter I was the one Getting bad grades then lying to mom when my report card come One day she sat me down And said sun Your really bright no need to fuss and fight cause you know what's right So I'm working every night To accomplish a dream Wit my team You know gotta get by any means... Nothing Without Motivation... Haters say we dey hate dem But f** it we still working And never hating.. On another person who working and planning... Like us So why fuss With another n***a who not in the picture They been cropped out How you going school me if you a drop out? Dirty flows get mopped out when I'm cleaning Spitting this dope sh** that hip-hop feigning When I'm on the mic don't bike cause you can kick it where I stand Your bellow me Under me is where you stand... I'm not a baby So Please don't hold my hand I quickly drown you dry rappers and call it quick sand... Man Just another teen chasing man I said I'm just another teen chasing man