I hear this and that, do a collab, up ya rap.
Work on ya craft, do the math, you wack and ya flow is trash.
I done heard it all, but yet I don't break my balls.
Cause following someone else help can be ya downfall.
Do you, it's how you a feel and art form.
Keep ya eye to the streets, stay sharp like a darts thorn.
Watch out for up and coming rappers on the strip.
Write some shit, got writer's block, wait for the light to be lit.
Then once that light goes off you good to go.
Write some hot rhymes and see if it flows.
Make sure if it comes down to it, you can go blow for blow.
Do a show and see if you ready for on the spot shots.
Cause that's what a big shot looks for with niggas spittin on the block.
I paid my do's, roll widd no crew, Laced some tracks like shoes.
And I'm looking to get a deal by the age of a dub deuce.
Shit is ludacris these days and rain falls like splash waterfalls.
Not succeding at all is the worst thought of all.

Hook2x)
Will I make it, can I face it if I don't get the right placement.
Living hard, Living raw, on the verge of being behind bars.
Trying to change, man the game, has the power to keep me sane.
Stop the dreams, it just seems, my hope is all it will ever a be.
A Dream.

I wanna be noticed, minds on track and I'm lyrically focused.
Make sure my lungs is good so I don't need no air, so I stop smokin.
All the distractions I had are gone, forgotten and a think of the past.
Now I'm ready to starrt up my engine and step on the gas.
Move in a motion that's fast paced for people to recognize my face.
Death is following on a high speed chase.
So I'm walking down 8 miles to the beat of the last dayz.
Cause I feel if this don't succed, why try at all.
Everytime I hit up a record company, I wait all day for the phone call.
Yes My vocab is street and eya it's limited.
But to me there's no reason to cry about it and get all feminine.
Cuz I'm young and up and coming and still learning.
But my insides is burning, hurting, twisting, and turning.
Feeling all queezy and jus wanna throw up.
Can't wait till the day where I will blow up.
Don't gotta worry or feel sick with myself.
Or feel like I'm crazy or need a little help.
Jus do everything on my own, the beginning of life on my own.
I sit back write some songs, this way it gets my mind off whus really wrong.

Hook2x)
Will I make it, can I face it if I don't get the right placement.
Living hard, Living raw, on the verge of being behind bars.
Trying to change, man the game, has the power to keep me sane.
Stop the dreams, it just seems, my hope is all it will ever a be.
A Dream.

I woke up one day, heard screaming fans, looked down to see where I stand.
I'm on stage, feeling the rage of my heart beating out of my rib cage.
The day has finally come, in my ear I hear the beating drum.
I got my beat now it's time to free and see who will react to what feed.
Into their heads and see if the emotion wants them wanna go leave.
And do something they heard in one of my masterpieces.
That's how you know if they feel you, instead of hearing coughin and sum1 sneeze.
I look into their eyes as I spit lyrical fluid for me to keep going.
As some look suspicious of what I'ma say I continue flowing.
Now I see my chest widd my label piece and I think damn yo.
I got the rep to have niggas say the same rhymes in 3 lines like Killa cam tho.
I think back and remember when I wanted to call mekhi to be my future.
Ripped niggas from west blood gangs to crips repping hoova.
Ripping gang bangers, style changers, and mood swangers.
Niggas would wanna gith caus eI was so lyrically crazed with the mic.
Really felt I wa spussy the way the fake ass rhymes wuld get me tight.
So I would tell them their real background and to everyone standing around.
Show the crowd how much I had love for the clown.
But as This thought passed through I looked up and the lights blinded me.
Geting to this point wasn't a memory, it's like it blindsided me.
Then I blink and my eyes snap open and I see what I don't wanna believe.
All the shit I wanted, might be what I had, a dream.

HookWhile song fades out)
Will I make it, can I face it if I don't get the right placement.
Living hard, Living raw, on the verge of being behind bars.
Trying to change, man the game, has the power to keep me sane.
Stop the dreams, it just seems, my hope is all it will ever a be.
A Dream.

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"Take you out of the game like James Worthy.You ain't worthy.Observe me.I send shots through ya jersey."(Jae Hood)
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Tight messege in this song pretty good points there were some strong lines in here which held up a nice consistancy thru out the drop im feeling the chrous. 7/10

uppin for feedbak

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"Take you out of the game like James Worthy.You ain't worthy.Observe me.I send shots through ya jersey."(Jae Hood)
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