Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, (we are about to make it rapping we about make it happen yeah 2×) waking around the streets maybe I can find some love gotta need to work hard cuz ion wanna rush for bus sometimes I gotta eat without taking a brush I'm about to write some more,until am able buy a car Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights low fuck hoe Open up her mouth,dip it in heard her scream go, oh no We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, Yeah.