Wake up in the morning, And I'm feeling real bad. Look around the room, And the feeling’s fuckin sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash fast. Call up on my bro tell him to come get my ass. Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran outside fast. Money on my mind, Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, 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, yeah we about to make it fucking happen.