Eyo I'm in it for the rappin'
I'm in it for the passion
I'm in it for the big bags of weed and quick stacks
And I'm in it for the fame and glory
It's the same ol' story
Everybody wanna blow up big, to me it's mandatory
I had to get a grip, I had to get it quick
Growin' up I had nothing but my skills and this gift
Put in work, watch me go berserk
Skin gettin' thick, soul search
Goin' through the dirt, nigga getting' sick
So now I made it but I'm not yet where I wanna be
This way I paved it, but I wanna plant a money tree
Just gettin' shaded with my niggaz drinkin' daiquiris
My bitch would pass the cheese and half a E this shit is blasphemy
I'm in it for my fam, fuck y'all niggaz on the gram
Understand, I don't give a flyin' fuck about yo plans
See I dance, with the devil in the pale moonlight
Cause I would sell my soul to get this rap shit right
Oh my do I love the sport
You'll never get a real head bored
Turn that shit up I got a verse to record
Live by the sword, Life is too short
That's why this is a risk I afford
I am on a mission
Fuck the dumb shit
Find the wisdom
It's a journey
Make the distance, make a difference
Once you find your own voice, they're gonna listen
We are living proof that, if you have a vision
You can manifest that shit into existence
I can hear 'em huffing puffing hissing
Fuck 'em, give 'em nothing
This was written
I'm big in places I've never been in
Sickest shit is that this is only the beginning
I'm in it for my men and women winning
Let me get the door and let 'em in it
Vicious and I'm singing off