Standards (Intro)

[Intro: Fat Joe]
My whole career, every night I got in the studio;
Till’ this night, You know, I never know if I’ma die when
I leave this studio. So, when I do my work in the studio
I go the hardest I could go in HISTORY
When I work on my music because if I die
I know that’s the only thing that’s gon’ remind people
For years and years, 20-30 years later; that I put it down
You want me to tell you how I really feel?
I feel like I’m one of the most underrated rappers of all time
And that’s why, I’m—
I been in the game this long and I STILL make music
(Right)
And every time like—
Every time I—
I’m like a lil’ kid waiting for his for father on Christmas
I’m waiting for niggas to finally give it up!
And they act like it’s luck that you’ve been in the game for 20-30 years
They act like it’s luck

[Verse 1: Young Prophet]
I ain’t been into displayin’ my feelings
So chilling, the thought of me makin’ a killin’
A million is what I been workin on
You ain't been clear, what’s your purpose for?
Deciding my fate as I go
I just roll wit’ the punches
Too slow, gotta catch me to land ‘em
Knowin they hate & they really can’t stand ‘em
Distorted self image, that shit go in tandem
I’m wondering why all this pain I been feelin’
Don’t kill me, when really it build me up
Wonder why money don’t fill me up
Really, that shit ain’t familiar
Gotta just drink all my problems away
Wait, hold on, don’t go crazy
You gotta just push through this feelin’
Wondering who in the hell has been dealing these hands
I had been through all these plans before
Wondering why I just stand so low
Think, Is my standards low?
I never knew thinkin’ of all these plans would just
Take me as far as I plan to go
Damn
I said
I never knew thinkin’ of all these plans would just
Take me as far as I plan to go
Damn