Volume

Pump up the volume Pump up the volume I'm the man with the plan nigga do something I don't think you standing a chance This a blue print Don't compare with the man you ain't shooting You just keep your hands in your pants That's pissy got me rapping like I'm pissed off Mr. Brown didn't win a nigga this hard I've been paid in full since a git Even tho I never listened I'm gifted to spit bars I'm thinking of a master plan to be the greatest It's in the making And I ain't gotta be your favorite You can hate me or you can love me It's ok cuz I'ma take it regardless of what you wanted It's a whole lot of gas on chest I got them gasping for air and haven't mastered it yet Just imagine when my talent has been crafted to match All the maps in my head I'll probably rap till I'm dead it ain't fair nigga (Ouuuu) Ok nigga Way that I've been driving tell them get up out the way nigga Tell Rakim I'll show you how to get paid nigga No disrespect I know you paved the way nigga (Ouuuu) Oh he different different ET going to Eric B oh he spitting spitting You can't spell G.O.A.T.E without ET Greatest of all time and everything Pump up the volume Pump up the volume Pump up the volume Pump up the volume Pump up the volume Pump up the volume I'm a head bopping show stopping son of a gun My pops from the west side but the east where I'm from I made this record for him I made this record for fun I tried to give myself a challenge but I'm already done And I already won like I'm using cheat codes I've been balling for sure they used to calling me young But I feel like OG how I'm calling them son All the heat I've been kick feel like Boston done won I ain't no joke it's the same old quote But I'm changing the game When the lames blow smoke I just aim for the skies while their names go ghost The fame can't change me your aim too low Still I rise to no surprise When part of me dies part of me grows Over and over to show I'm alive but killing my pride If I'ma best now then what still is inside nigga It's a overflow I'ma only do it how it's supposed to go I'm supposed to grow Way to cold like Nova Scotia Waiting for my turn it's slow approaching All them little trends is blowing over I ain't worried cuz he watching over me I'm slow to show up and I'm slow to leave Ain't no holding me nah