Woke up in the morning, I was down bad, Look around the room, I was feeling’s sad, Reached up in my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Called up my lil bro, Told em come get me fast, Said he got some things, That he wants 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, 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.