[Verse 1: Josh Smith]
Got a lot of friends, but a few homies
Only a couple people who would straight up kill for me
No fake friends, keep it real homie
I'm tryna make a living dawg, I ain’t got time for phony
Yeah, and you know I be steady grindin’
I spit raw, do you need to be reminded?
Want a hot song, then you know that I can write it
I’m part of a movement, homie, stop tryna fight it
Swangin’
All day, don’t matter the destination
I walk in, they sit me down, screw the reservation
Representing that new generation
You know I’m complex, opposite of basic
Doing me, staying true to myself face it
No way to reciprocate it
Be you and let the haters keep hating
Go big or go home right?
That explains why I never get to sleep at night
Pen writing on paper, I’m pouring out
Make it known to these people what my life about
A straight edge brother from Evergreen
You know I did it for the team
Had a dream, DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING
Want that paper green, WU TANG CLAN taught me C.R.E.A.M
It seems by any means that you show
You never know when your life is gonna finally blow
And so, I can’t slow, it’s always time to go
From my city in the bay, yeah you already know
Fa’sho, I know I’m far from perfect
But thanks to some people that made life worth it
Jalen’s working, made a beat that’s churches sermons
It’s bursting like me
[Hook: Josh Smith]
Cuz I got to, got to, got to go
I got to, got to, got to blow
I got to, got to, got to show
That I can do this, make sure they know
That I got to, got to, got to go
I got to, got to, got to blow
I got to, got to, got to show
That I am unbelievable
[Verse 2: Josh Smith]
Oh man, shout out to the fam
That’s my squad, that’s my team, that’s my crew
That’s my friends, that’s my family that’s the whole dang clan
Just saying, I'd probably go to DeAnz
But my MOMMA told me that I had to stop playin’
So now the plan is to go to a college
That could help me get some musical progress
I’m honest, a respectable guy
But if I can’t spread my wings, how am I supposed to fly?
Bye bye, I’m gone, if you’re going, come on
I’m just waiting for a label to pick up the phone
Cuz I’m calling, man, I gave up my balling for this
Pick the ring up if the first number is six
Till then, I’ll exist in my town making hits
What’s that sound? It’s a little suspicious...
Oh that? That’s the sound of me murdering these verses
I practiced and I rehearsed, but my future still looks murky and uncertain
I’m searching for when I emerge, worthy and shocking these persons
That’s a surge, where birds perch to drop turds and uh
It’s absurd, I’m spitting every word
You're listening but you cannot pick out one curse
(It's unheard of)
Whoo! Watch me utilize this blessing
No days off, that’s how you get in second, uh
T-DUB
Coulda been a doctor, coulda been a lawyer
But instead, a little while ahead
I'll be getting that bread from my rapping disorder
I'm a soldier, you know that I'm ready to die for ya
All this spitting made me thirsty, stop the track, I need some water
[Gulp, gulp, gulp]
Ahhhh…
[Hook: Josh Smith]
Cuz I got to, got to, got to go
I got to, got to, got to blow
I got to, got to, got to show
That I can do this, make sure they know
That I got to, got to, got to go
I got to, got to, got to blow
I got to, got to, got to show
That I am unbelievable
