Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, i Gotta get some cash, Call my gang up quick, gang come get his ass Say he got somethings, On his mind racks, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No fucking handouts, put gloc to his head make him turn around yeah here for tha tha bag I need big amounts we gone scoo up for that bag we gone take you out fbg tha business ain't we on that spinn around Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, Open up my mouth, I heard the crowd scream go, 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.