Wake up in the morning, and I'm down bad, am yawning look around the room, and the feeling’s sad,need money touch up on my pockets, swear I Gotta make some cash, then Call my bro up quick, homie come get me fast, sorry say he got somethings, on his mind to do, give him about an hour, then he's coming through, heard him beep the horn out, then I ran straight through, Money is on my mind, so 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 raw, Open up my mouth, I heard the crowd scream go, And now am about to make it happen 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.