[Intro: Euroz]
Uh, this that shit ya'll been waitin' on.
I'm standin' at the the podium.
Ya know, TF2, it's just different
[Verse 1: Euroz]
Look, the mind of a true poet
whoever has the crown knows that I'll soon own it.
I peeped ya new style I'm hopein' you dudes own it.
They hate to display love so only a few show it
I always get respect, only if you show it.
It's all about the truth my nigga and who spoke it.
What's the best if only a few know it?
What's a classic if only a few noticed?
I'm borderline stressin' tyna' give the fans another one.
Know the TF2 will be such an acute moment.
Niggas hatin' cause a handout is what they waitin' on.
And that's the reason these niggas will never make it on.
Youda thought I'd evacuated the hospital
cause my urgency got em' askin where has the patience gone?
Me and your favorite producers vibin' and makin' songs,
beats are like canvases on which I paint greatness on.
One's closest to you “dessert” you soon as the cake is gone.
I'm workin' so hard that even moms get a late response.
Told me through God nothins hard to achieve
but shit don't always work out so keep cards up your sleeve.
The fact that she never made it is what caused me to dream
Moms rapped so the apple wasn't far from the tree.
This may be hard to believe but technically I just started rappin'
The game changed but I'm in love with the part that hasn't.
Mixtapes and albums sound the same but they far from classic
Cats that you think is hot, to me is just target practice.
Man I swear these niggas target practice.
Droppin' music that lacks substance, heart, and passion.
But me, my rhymin' is straight,
your opinion somethin' I don't got time to debate.
And question whether or not if I'm tryin' be Drake.
Yet overlook the classic shit that I strive to create.
Did it occur that I'm jus grindin' and tryin' to be great.
& Timeless music's what I truly inspire to make.
Huh, I'm here to stay I'm not at all leavin'
Haters clickin' on my songs for the wrong reasons.
Single handedly bodyin' shit in 2012
and gotta lot more stories bout to be a long season.
You wack cats is in trouble nigga
this yearr I'm lookin' to average a triple double nigga.
My team killin' think it's time you call a huddle nigga
Fell good to ball specially when you come from struggle nigga.
And you can have all of the talent on this earth your work determines you worth
So it ain't shit if you don't hustle nigga
Real thoughts I never hold mines back
Fans addicted to my shit these is coke line raps.
I know these labels want they cosigns back
Cause the niggas they signin' can't fuck wit my 09 tracks – it's cool.
It's a matter of time, you can make it to the top with not ladder to climb.
Unbreakable dreams ain't no shadderin' mine
And if the deal ain't in my favor I'd rather decline.
Nothin' was ever given it was all earned.
Nigga success is what we all yearn.
Was on the right track but took A wrong turn
Lookin' for a shortcut instead of thinkin' long term.
From my failures important lessons we've all learned.
These wack niggas had they chance now it's our turn.
And I'm aware that that I'll be greeted wit a lot of hate
But the hell wit them like Cam Newton they can all burn (Auburn)
Burn in Hell niggas, whatchu know bout gettin' booked
Wit no bail nigga.
At 18, 4 years within' a cell
Left for dead no one thought you'd prevail nigga.
Here I stand.... [well] here I stand......
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