Even though I got no fixed place to sleep or SLUMBER,
I'm still hitting the streets, getting Bitches' NUMBERS!
Even though I aint got no money to my Name,
I'm still hustling, writing Raps all the MOTHAFUCKIN' same,
Yeah, I'm out to cop FAME!
Fixed to corner the RAP GAME!
I've got 100 PAGES of Lyrics that I'm ready to RECORD,
So I'ma hit the STUDIO, blast the MIXING BOARDS!
So I cant HELP but pop my COLLAR_
Since Im soon to be a BALLER!
Certified SHOT-CALLER, Back you ALL against The WALL or
Just like JAY Z recommends,
I done brushed off my SHOULDER,
Ive got nothin to DEFEND,
So my rhymes just get COLDER,
In time, i grow BOLDER,
Let the Flames SCORCH and SMOLDER!