Letras
A real scrapper who's shooting for gold
Shoot for the moon
Shuffle the tarot where they lay
I worry about my fate as I make it
But if I'm cooking anticipate the bacon
We up the average I annihilate
Every single one of my
Personal records like woah
I won't... hit the plateau
All of the dentists I know
10 out of 10 would agree
That's a unanimous vote,
Dive in the money
Pile, driving a whip
Lucky as I am
And irises focus on the event
Stoking the fire
And Irises all point to the kid
Will he be fighting to play or to win
You gotta pay to tune in, yeah yeah
I'm matching up pound for pound
When I go out
Ready to move
Taking you down
Shaking up the crowd
Wow em with a mythical style
Leave it all out
Finish the round taking my bow
I keep on smacking and thrashing
Action we love the passion
I keep on dippin and diving
Look, don't get distracted
I move away from the mic to breathe
The secret action
I'll fight as long as I've got a dream
I'll sleep in after
I've yet to master
Ima perfect the groove
Reaching a hundred eleven percent power when I flex a move
Energized by the room
We could pull it off too,
I need to give it a little bit more
Boom, overload, to the moon
I'm matching up pound for pound
When I go out
Ready to move
Taking you down
Shaking up the crowd
Wow em with a mythical style
Leave it all out
Finish the round taking my bow
A real spectacle
Look in his eyes
Glove in the air
Give me my flowers while I play
I'll worry about my fate when I make it