Til' the Day

Ay, uh, uh You guys don't know shit about me, uh Dreams of stadiums an maybachs I think its time for payback Coming to the Stu asap Superhero for the money tryna save that Drop an album another on the way thats just BeePax Snakes in this grass i gotta start the weed wack I'm a psycho with the pen i make the pages peel back You got a bad start i'm not the one who dealed that But this real rap and people like you make 4 meal scraps I know you feel that I didn't want to be the one who had to say it But you lookin like them pro players who are mad at their ratings And kinda like them other players dressin to make a statement I'm done with the games that you people keep on playin You done messed up, f'd p and none left to rep ya Your shadiness done crept up and you didn't vest up I'm watching my back i know my worth Fuckin with me you in the dirt Yeah they bury me with pride Til' the day i close my eyes I am working to survive Til' the day i quit my job Spend some money on design Til' i pull up in a whip And she wants to take a ride You know shes gonna get inside Take a trip trip Wait on second thought, never mind I ain't with that shit Your out your fuckin mind Get a grip Quick you needa realize Til' the day i get mine Man, i swear to god these people are always hatin on this shit They havin nothing good to say, f*ck em, i make music for me You looking for talent I got more range than a scope I know your out there somewhere but not lookin in close I know musics bumping cuz they come to my shows My fits hot even when I'm rocking bummy ass clothes I'm thinkin is there any way to actually pass my limits Then I remember the point, I was chasing them digits I like to rap it's like Christmas only I am lyrically gifted I don't mean to brag but that's a given hit these switches That's ironic because I studied in school to be an electrician You get the point or you just miss it with not an inch of distance Not between the words or even intention Spitting bullets out, verbal weapons I let them fly and Til' the day I die I'll rap and try to make a dime Be myself and never change no paradigm Go make that cash by the hundred grands Rich family my life never ends They gonna bury me with pride Til' the day i close my eyes I am working to survive Till the day i quit my job Spend some money on design Til' i pull up in a whip And she wants to take a ride You know shes gonna get inside Take a trip trip Wait on second thought, never mind I ain't with that shit Your out your fuckin mind Get a grip Quick you needa realize Till the day I get mine