Wake up in the morning, And I'm down real bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s kinda sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up real quick, Say he got somethings, to do dont sweat it nigga, I'll come an get you soon by the time he pulled up I was higher than the moon nigga's gotta smoke Then he gon come through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran outside with not a damb thing but the Money on my mind, No more fucking handouts, you can get it on your own, so I Get my pen and pad, and I get to writing more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, Open up my mouth, and I let the words flow, do this every day nigga, that's what I'm about, I'm not in it for the money, I dont do it for the clout when I leave this mother fucker you'll know what I'm about everyone will know my name, ~lil teko~