[Verse 1: Charles Grant]
Workin five days a week
10 hours in a day
Tell myself I'm okay cause I'm s till gettin paid
Here, because of decisions I made
Gotta get some motivation and move onto better days
Whoa, its already been a long road
Why the fuck would I quit right now and let my story go untold?
No, I see my future and it seems bright
My dreams real watch me as I bring em all to life
Damn, you didn't know I was intelligent?
To bad intelligence is irreverent in this shit
Rap game, thinker
Been pourin up some liquor
Drinkin till I'm drunk and its hard to find my limit
Maybe I need to find religion
Stubborn as fuck, and far from bein Christian
Like this rap shit, its just all a gimmick
To make you feel better about the life you ain't livin
[Hook] x2
From rappin in the basement
I couldn't pay rent
Still rappin in the basement
Bitch I'm bout to that pavement
Drop a mixtape and shit I just might make it
Even though I'm slow I swear my mind is racin
Basin your thoughts off some shit you dont know
Geroge Jung with the flow cause I swear I'm about to blow
[Verse 2: Charles Grant]
Half the bottle be gone
At home alone
Not worried about nothin but makin some more songs
Hit after Hit, shit
Track after track
Gunna make it if I put the work in and that's just a fact
My mantras in the sound
Lay back my speakers pound
I feel it in my body
Now I just need to make the vow
Ima sell my fuckin soul
Truth be told, I did it in my dreams and my dreams I do control
[Hook] x2
From rappin in the basement
I couldn't pay rent
Still rappin in the basement
Bitch I'm bout to that pavement
Drop a mixtape and shit I just might make it
Even though I'm slow I swear my mind is racin
Basin your thoughts off some shit you dont know
Geroge Jung with the flow cause I swear I'm about to blow
George Jung was produced by LA Chase.