Let The Story Begin

VERSE 1:
It’s a brand new year, got a brand new state of mind
2010 homie, and I’m still on my grind
Globally, you know it’s me. I’m a so unbreakable
Flow’s so perfect you could call it unmistakeable
Bank account is cakeable, so I let it rise
Do it for the culture 'til the day of my demise
No disguise. In plain view, I am Mr. Tyson
Rolling with my crew, looking sharp and we’re slicin’
Right through the bullshit, straight to the top
Money on my mind, but it ain’t about the gwop
It’s about the people who represent the movement
I wish that there were more of us, but y’all are too consumed wit'
The champagne spillin', women that your pimpin'
Skinny jeaned children with a nose full of yip and
Grown-ass men that really should care, but the Feds
Got ‘em locked upstate somewhere, is that fair?

(HOOK 2x)
(Give me your money)
Give it up, live it up, time to rip it up
Pick ‘em up, give a helping hand to lift ‘em up
Revive your spirit,
Cuz you know that it’s a gift from up above our heads
And you know it’s nothing new to me
It’s all love, when you do it for community
Showing mad unity, to people like you and me
Everybody needs to see a new black history

(VERSE 2)
A new black history, ain’t a fucking mystery
Creating it everyday feels like bliss to me
Nah, you won’t be missin me 'cause I’m here daily
Flow’s too legit, so I know you won’t play me
Blame it on yourself, 'cause you’re better than Jamie
Take responsibility and you’ll be less crazy
Get it done, and get on out
Ghost like Swayze
Man I got the most, no boast my baby
Toast my baby, to the fuckin' host
Everybody pointing fingers but it ain’t a roast
Got mad game and we shootin from the post
I rap so sick, yo I should be diagnosed
I know I flow more quicker than slo-mo
And I hit you wit' shit you should already know
I just wanna go, to the motherfuckin' top
And I'm never gonna stop in the name of Hip-Hop
Count gwop, then…

(HOOK 2x)