Letras
I got an album complete
Jim knocking the beats
I keep it smooth, come cooler than a tropical breeze
I'm in the booth, doing music
And it's not for a reason
Just because I'm in the mood
We might drop it for free
Stop coppin' a plea
I keep it honest my G
When I hold the microphone they come to holla at me
I'm here paying my dues
I want my proper receipt
I have to meet more pesos
Got dollars to see
You have no knowledge of me
My range go far as volcanoes
Why I'm lava degree
With no college degree
I'm sick of garbage emcees
You owe us hours of fees
You try to copy now but then you always doubted my sti
You should bow when you greet me
Now they follow my lead
I got it planted how I water my seeds
Before they grow to be trees
Hey, the place is getting liver
I feel like I'm on fire
You think you gettin' hype
Feelin' alright
I'ma take it little higher
Hey, the place is getting liver
I feel like I'm on fire
You think you gettin' hype
Feelin' alright
I'ma take it little higher
That's why I'm taking to you
Thanks for walking me through
I'm from New York
And what I brought with me's an aura that's true
I'm at the fort reminiscing
Holding '40s of brews
While I was caught up in the drama of these horrible news
And if it wasn't for you
Holding me down the road of these flows I made
I started from the bottom
When all is poor 'cause no one's paid
So I say, "I'm so afraid
To know I'll wake up sure one day
When you are gone, they show no love
And all my listeners go away"
Still you're here with smiling faces
Pumping fists up in the air
Every time they said something bad about me