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, get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, he beeps his horn, so I ran out, Money on my mind, No handouts, Get my pen and pad, about to write more, Hits hit that stage told them to 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.