Produced by: Hi-Fly
Lyrics
Sample (Braveheart)
[William Wallace]
Are you ready for a war?
[crowd noise]
Verse 1
Right now it all starts here, fire down below here
Best believe you can breathe when the smoke clears
Me to music is the ghetto to the cheddar cheese
I celebrate with alfredo on the fettuchine
Try to acknowledge it I'm proud to go to college kid
I made this flow easy so you can follow it
I represent Queens, I represent dreams
Bigger better things while the President schemes
Roll with the same team when I'm goin' mainstream
I put together nightmares with the daydreams
I get my words together, nobody does it better
No retreat no surrender the number one contender
I'm in the cipher you ain't nicer you can pass the mic
Blood, sweat, and tears that's what I sacrifice
No second guessin', no question you know I gotta blow
'cause everywhere I go people wanna know where I been
Hook
Where you at where you at where you at
Where you at where you at where you at
Yeahhh, it's all good 'cause I'm back now
Yeahhh, it's all good it's a wrap now
Yeahhh, it's all good to the top now
Yeahhh, it's all good 'cause I'm hot now
Verse 2
I'm not a gangsta homie, I'm not a pranksta homie
Don't get it twisted I'm a backpack rapper homie
Sick of your ice, guns, rims, and the gold rings
I'm sick of rappers rappin' same old things together
I do it better 'cause I'm comin' from the underground
I got the lyrics but for now let me dumb it down
See me come around see I got a mean smile
I only battle motherfuckers who can freestyle
I spit the truth in the booth let it catch flames
I ain't runnin' New York I just trap trains
Try to match brains like you in a chess game
The greatest treasure you can find it in my chest frame
So let me get it started, you know I get retarted
2pac and Biggie, Big L you know the dear departed
I play my cards right never trust a handshake
Fuck a record deal I still got a fanbase they say
Hook
Verse 3
I'm all over baby, 'cause i'm a loner baby
I rock for dolo run solo i'm takin' over baby
There goes the neighborhood when I start deckin' doors
Only time I'm sellin' out is in your record store
Forget sick I want the industry sickin' me
I got metaphors and similes you kiddin' me?
I'm not a show off until I know it's called for
So for right now recognize the artform
Until I'm long gone you ain't gonna see me fall
I'm not a Crip but I'm Christ when I sea walk
I dedicate this to my team that's my two balls
Duty calls everytime I get the booty call
My life is beautiful it's ugly it's a musical
and this is all a business to be fitted to be suitable
I grind to the bottom even if I come last
I wonder when I rot are they still gon' ask
Hook