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, 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. so just remember that when I'm on that corner with that Gluck you know I don't talk to the cops I just carried on clock. and you get your haircut my n***** they don't talk we about to make a wrap rack we about to make it happen make it rapping new is the acting I ain't no acting I'm just an actor rapper on the ground chodesh industry for real making that money on the ground all the time like it ripped my money is real and my girl is belly belly she about to pluck your head if you stop and grind on the text I'm about to make a rap it's about to happen if you wrapping up your stuff in nipple n**** imma stop you up in the block with that black Iron slipper and I'm a Crip and I ain't trippin I'm sippin Mimi dick back on the grind n**** you will shine for the Clapping in your brain more than make out there in Laurel route I'm going to make a rap is about to happen