Credits

Verse 1:
Simply put, when it comes to music
I knew this was in my nature to do this
God given talent's uncommon unlike two wrists
Becoming a sight to see and never live a tourist
Cause like a nudist, I bare it all in these lines
Ironic, they tell me I rap off my behind
Just a Top cat, though I'm not a street feline
Or an aristocat wanting to be signed
I'm just me, but thankful for the gift
Wrapping projects together that you don't have to sift through
Cause every line hits you, gets you, uplifts you
And the Man above lets me do it with a number two pencil
Wow! You really blessed the child
Cause it's wild that the style can make life worthwhile
So whether they need escape or words for the day to day
I can truly thank You fro the phrases to say
And that's real...
And that's real...

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Now I...
Know in my soul where all the credit goes
Not I...
But the people precious in my eyes
And I can live a life of rhyme
Because of those who help support my role
So let the credits roll
So let the credits roll

Verse 2:
To my family that can be considered backbone
Even those whose favorite songs are never the rap songs
You're still the vertebrae cause back when no one heard of me
You told your friends to check me out like it was common courtesy
My father taught me the tricks of the trade
My step mom saw the work ethic of a slave
Mama applauded when I got on the stage
Even grandma a fan on Facebook; click on the page
And now the family outside the DNA
My fellow brothers repping the middle of USA
RIP pushing to come a long way
Gully and Lyric telling me to keep spitting flames
And Brail, well...that's a sibling rivalry
Making me feel like I'm sitting idle while he's grinding. Sheesh!
But they still treat like I'm part of the team
Although the Abstract King ain't official in the regime
And that's real...
But who knows if I will cause they sharpen my skill and

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Verse 3:
And finally, I got to thank Pyromaniacs
Not only the ones around me, but anyone who wants to play it back
Wreelistik raising my freestyle statistics
And Morris Cody saying that I spit sick
Even those I've inspired continue to spark my fire
So shout to Lil' Pee Wee and for ya'll I'll never retire
Even online commentators get me to push it further
Like a Versa out of gas cause every verse I tend to murder
And lately, people saying hey, D
Why don't you try your hardest to be in the mainstream
I mean, bro...your talent is crazy
I bet you'd be the alpha; you got it from A Z
Well, maybe you're right. I'm mad nice
And I know I like to write
And I get better just to make ya'll proud
And since you got me here now, time to build up the crowd
And when the whole globe's playing me loud
I know the very ones who pushed me to be world renowned

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