[Intro]
The name of this beat's called "Hoes, Clothes, and that Money"
But I got something else to rap about, let's go!
[Verse 1]
Mind-fucked like my brain was in a gangbang
Inside my mainframe is music, cut my main vein
I bleed hip hop, grab a pen and fill a dang page
With DPZ on the beat, I'm unleashing my fucking A-Game
I remember back in middle school, everyone that I knew would laugh at me
Ridiculing me it's pitiful, cause they think that I would rap crappy
Never figured I would get up on a track, just a little tiny wigger not built for this
Couple years past, practicing my craft, now the same motherfuckkers say I'm killin' it
Didn't really think I would make it (this far), let's see how further I can take it
Seen a couple people hatin', but I don't give a fuck like a chick who won't take di
Face it, see I came up with the basics, now I got a studio making great hits
And I'm gonna make a name, see I started in Bradenton now it's off to Tampa Bay, bitch
[bridge]
[Verse 2]
Yo yo, now I'm hearing I can blow up, got potential to be known, huh?
Even sayin' that my old junk all up on The Graveyard Shift be loaded with that dope stuff, but I'm like "Oh fuck"
Cause I don't know if they be gassing me up, or sugarcoat it like a donut
And I'm keeping it real, to progress I need to know how you feel, and I ain't even tripping I can take it like a fucking grown up
I'm trying to make y'all talk about me
If I get big, y'all acknowledge me, not walk around me
Trying to put in work, so I had to bring the boss up out me
Stop the clowning and just deliver shit that'll make your mom astounded (IF SHE DON'T LIKE RAP)
Hit the booth, where the mic at? Played a fool, but I'm right back
To tell the truth, I'm just trying to let loose, spit flames at my competition get 'em all an ice pack
(COOL THE BURN OFF) - By myself or with a record deal
One day I'll be the one to make it, get a fucking mill
[outro]