The early bird gets the worm, rise and grind nigga
The sun move out the eclipse, my time to shine nigga
My destination is at the top, but right now I'm fiendin'
For a vacation, mass customization on the game
Cuz this shit is robotic, hypnotic, got more cells than
Eukaryotic, the is the byproduct of too much free time
And two month's elite rhymes, zero glee crimes
Cop on three dimes and hit the studio ho, time to blow
The beat away from three feet away, bring the heat to play
I'm bouta beat the hay til I find the needle to inject you with
My flow, inject myself with the dough and go find a ho
Get some money cash from the dark master of the unknown
Snipe the other from his throne, get that nigga thrown on
The side of a road, after he's throwed, leanin' more than
A houston nigga on the tower of pisa, I stay on bread
Like white on rice like condoleezza, spit out rays like lisa
Stay on cheese on pizza like a mouse in your house while
You sleep, raid your fridge without a peep, in the mornin'
20 deep, they got their grind on early in the am, the main one
Was the Don and he had the Bravado, the others can't stand him
Like dido, niggas know im from the 215 cuz it's beats I ate
It's just what happens on the regular like a sleeveless cape
You niggas a waste of space like a breatheless ape, D the cape-
R, my circle small like the middle of a livesaver, yea I'm a wife
Craver, attraced to girls that have men for reasons unknown
Still got to reap what I've sown, trying to keep what I own
Tryna live til' I'm grown, violent shit I don't condone
Tryna stay busy like the bone, but krazie on raps like the other
Shoutout to all the single parents out there, thank god for my mother
We've been through a lot but look momma I'mma make it, just
Have faith in me & this rap thing'll work out, other people don't doubt
My ability unless you been with me, the whole time I been in this
Im provin' more and more everyday, and I thnk it's safe to say
This is the way that I make it to the days where I can hit the hays
And wake up in the studio, do like Cole does with a bed in it
Get some head in it, wake up and lay down some rings on the beat
Not earth kind more like the ones from sonic, cuz my flow is
Midas, everything I touch is gold and it's sold, still trying to mold
And craft my style perfectly, come on smoke this purp with me
And help me go hurt the tree, cuz people say money don't grow
On trees, but my franklins are made of paper, but I'd toss it
To the side for a shitload of that yellow diamond, I can spit old
Flows or something a little more modern, fuck old hoes or go
Down the new road less trodden, got this beat a little wet cuz
My flows are sodden, poet like auden, but this ain't the ordin-ary
This might sound a little scary but I promise it'll be alright, we all'll
Fight, on our way to the top, it's only 300 of us and we'll never stop
Like Lion's we all roar and have the capacity to eat like boar, if
We really wanted to, so what I'm tryna tell you rap niggas is dont
Be a pig before you get broke like a twig, marlon wayans style
I spit boomer bile and that's how I rip the track, like blue jeans
Rip the new seams and threw em down, stomped the beat and turned
The gears of war when I did it, too many go croak, when I get the chainsaw
You'll be the first one to say D Bravo split it and disabled their ribbit
