(feat. Trae)


[Intro:]

I'm fighting, back the tears

You, ought to be here


[Hook:]

For all of the years, I've struggled in the game

And so many hooks and songs, are now the same

We had our voice and a name, that's hurt without the face

That shit's gon change, that shit's gon change


[Billy Cook:]

Now if you take me off them hooks, then what the hood got

It's like Fat Pat without the body rock, body rock

Like "Superstar", without P-A-T

"Platinum in Da Ghetto", without Lil' Keke

"It's All Real", with 8 Ball and MJG

R&B legend in the streets you see, yeah that's me

The most known unknown artist, you'll ever run across

Harbor started in this game, but now they do when I floss

I'm the game that they trying to get, soldier that they looking fo'

A ghetto legacy, and I'm coming to settle the sco'

Mmmm, a ghetto legacy and I'm coming to settle the sco'

Yeeeah, BMG got my back and my front but you don't hear me though

Yeeeah, no mo' paying dues dues made me a ghetto hero


[Hook]


[Trae:]

I still represent the hood, and niggaz act like they don't know me

But I swear to keep it gangsta, while these niggaz turn fony

I'm the under dog, never be a part of that intersection

I'm here to make 'em see it clearly, touching 'em with aggression

I guess that they forgot, about the lyrics I provided

With the pain inside the ghetto, where poverty got divided

From the other side, homie I'm the one you need to know

And if you wanna know the truth, then I'm the one you need to flow

For all the years, I've been inside the game I kept it street

Whether mixtape or a album, I was running over beats

Whether group or solo homie, I'ma get my name known

Underestimated, so I gotta get my face shown

I'm the next in line, ten seconds away from me shining bright

And if I get the shot, they know that I'ma handle mine right

On the cool, me and Billy holding for the last left

Plus it's understood, that we gon push it till the last breath


[Hook]


[Billy Cook:]

This shit's gon change, and it starts right here

I'm talking about the disrespect, year after year

Album after album, label after label

Feature after feature, grind ear to ear

As if it's your year, as if it's your time

But the gallery of lies, you see it all clear

That I was here before you, and I'll be here when you die

I'm talking about my music, to R&B it's so live

Wake up wake up, listen some the game needs me

Like a flu shot, and a virus in this industry

What you gon do, rapping forty-two

Looking to 62, till your face turns blue

I sing full time, and I rap part time

I do it cause I love it, it's the way that I survive

Billy Cook Superstar, true legend in this game

You hoe ass niggaz, you ain't gotta say my name


[Hook x2]


[Billy Cook:]

Hey, a true legend in this game

You hoe ass niggaz, ain't gotta say my name

Heeeey, ooooh yeeeeah

(you already know what it is, this your boy Yung Chill

A Looney Tunes production oh boy, Billy Cook ha-ha)