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 that he gon do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard car beep Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and paper I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage 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.