Verse 1I woke up early in the morning with victory on my mind

Attempting making a classic got my hands scripting lines

Thinking hard as I improvise

On how to be a hug success in this game as my failures become minimized

Make people feel all the stories that my pen describes

I don't need fancy jewels combined with expensive rides

Or platinum plaques for my career to be legitimized

To be the illest alive is what I visualize

It takes work and focus to get heard and noticed

That's why my pen labor is hard to make my verses potent

For all my listeners who always stay earnesty devoted

Committed to make a purchase and not download it

My rhymes are loaded as I shoot for the throne

When I on hiatus since then, the rumors have grown

On how I threw the pen away and left the music alone

But still I prove to be prone to write illuminous poems

Spark a light on gloomy days like a thug shoothing a chrome

I spend a lot of time with the pads, including in the zone

And igniting pages day and night with the fuse for my dome

Burning these fake cats and consuming they clones

HookYou don't understand my life, my goals and my story

You don't understand that I'm here now to get the glory

You don't understand my plans, my mind and my passion

And how the time has arrived for me to make it happen

You don't understand the struggle, the pain of sacrifice

Plus the love that I pour in these pads and mics

If you don't understand how to make a classic LP

Then you don't really understand what it takes to emcee

Verse 2Long hours, lack of sleep, writing paragraphs for weeks

Deciding which one of my rhymes I should scrap or keep

Devising a type of sound I think'll attract the streets

Mastering this craft ain't a easy task to complete

When you try to raise to rank one among rap elites

Without even selling your soul or comprimising your image

To change who you are and be falsified with gimmicks

Just to please very fan and get applause from the critics

Thoughts of being a legend have always prompted my spirits

To go the extra length right past the margins limits

I sacrifised Alicia to women and all my vices

Just to be mentioned with raps most remerkable writers

Trading my social life to writing bars with preciseness

In the end, I'm sure that the rewards will be priceless

Either be a waste of talent living poor and righteous

But that's something I fear, that's why I was forced to write this

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Verse 3Yo, the limelight, the glamoring glitz, it all tempts me

I wouldn't mind having bad chicks trying to caress me

But I don't make songs that seem ringtone friendly

I'm thinking of the perfect lines 'till my dome's empty

For listeners to have my quote frozen in their memory

Radio don't impress me with these finger snap tunes

If it ain't for the kids, it's for the killers and rap goons

And I go beyond both, so you can't box me in

I'm making timeless records, outlasting any hottest trend

With years from now, would probably still get a lot of spins

Unlike you other cats who rhyme for patrons, bottles and rims

These ain't Hollywood raps talking about riding a Benz

This was made for cats who walk blocks with unpolished Timbs

Getting their hands dirty to get dollars to spend

I drop this product for them, plus my riders and friends

Two doors to meet my dreams and still remain alive at the end

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