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, or two Then he's coming through, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, yeah 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, yeah We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, Yeah.