Music
Because Hip Hop is all I have
Through the good and through the bad
And all I got is paper on this pad
So hope for a chance
Grinding trying to get my goals accomplished
Because nothing in this world
Is ever promised
Because Hip Hop is all I have
Through the good and through the bad
And all I got is paper on this pad
So hope for a chance
Grinding trying to get my goals accomplished
Because nothing in this world
Is ever promised
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music
See I was Sixteen
Three hundred and sixty three days old
When this story that that I'm
About to tell unfolds
A hard headed youngin' thugging
Just a little bit
Robbing people for the guap hitting
Licks and stealing shit
Yea we was wild when this
Son was into gun play
But I knew karma would catch
Up with us one day so when I would rob
Man I'm going bankrupt ran up on them hit em
Grabbed his wallet and then we ran off
Ran off a few blocks before I lose steam
Wishing I didn't quit the hoop team
Because then I would be able to run
Without running out of breath
We ran three blocks then we
Turned and make a left
Said, "Chill bruh we good" till
My heart skipped a beat
And that's when I looked
And seen police rolling down the street
Tried to run but they got us
I knew it was a wrap after that
Sitting in the cop car hands
Cuffed behind my back
Knew I wasn't coming back for a minute
That meant I wouldn't kick it
But above it all that rap shit was finished
At least for a minute but to take up time
I would sit inside my cell
Chill and make up rhymes
Banging beats on the wall
And I battled some cats they like
"Damn bruhs white but he go
At it with raps"
But couldn't wait to come home
Because for the first time I knew
What exactly I wanted to do
Because Hip Hop is all I have
Through the good and through the bad
And all I got is paper on this pad
So hope for a chance
Grinding trying to get my goals accomplished
Because nothing in this world
Is ever promised
Because Hip Hop is all I have
Through the good and through the bad
And all I got is paper on this pad
So hope for a chance
Grinding trying to get my goals accomplished
Because nothing in this world
Is ever promised
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music
See some people call it luck
And then some people call it patience
This is what I call a
Product of authentic dedication
I give my heart to music and
I give my life to it
So if they hate I'm charging right
Through it, I knew it all along
Till then everything I dreamed
About would happen
Build a future have the music but
I'm doing it with this rapping
And beats that I'm making crossing
Fingers that I make it
'Cause nobody owes you shit
So you gotta go and take it
See my foots on the pedal
I'll never ever stop cause just
Because I get signed
Doesn't mean I made it to the top
But I do it for the love so there's
Nothing you can tell me
I'll never see defeat just like
I got a big belly
And I got that from fifth props
To him man he already
But since we on the topic of
The folks that have helped me
Give props where they due P O J B A B two
Serious but most of all y'all
The fans I thank you
Because Hip Hop is all I have
Through the good and through the bad
And all I got is paper on this pad
So hope for a chance
Grinding trying to get my goals accomplished
Because nothing in this world
Is ever promised
Because Hip Hop is all I have
Through the good and through the bad
And all I got is paper on this pad
So hope for a chance
Grinding trying to get my goals accomplished
Because nothing in this world
Is ever promised
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music all day
All I want to do is make music