Intro (WannaBe)

Everybody going down The time has come K11 We the best people on earth Remember it yeah I Got ten toes and um standing 16 bar spitting fanatic Straight from clarksdale I mean Clarksvegas I've been gone with the wind like Clark Gable A lot of people don't like us Ain't got guts or nuts to come fight us Beat these beats down like Tyson It's me back and it's freighting Yeah GOD is great Bless me on this Godly day Drug free and high and I'm flying without a cape Without a doubt These people thinking I'm cotton soft But um sick wit it trick Without the cough Everybody say they run this here If You ain't writing checks You are not the boss And I'm still chasing my dreams No thug living nor drug dealing Stay away from them haters Cause they hate dreamers And love killing em Poppa still in that prison Changed my life the day he went in 1986 on some crazy shit they 86 my Kin That changed the view in lens And I started writing raps with a pen Putting my heart felt with God's help Now writing rap don't end I'm justified who testing mine We just collide like boom Got that formula like D.O.C. Now they gots to give me room Nowadays everybody Wanna be a rapper Even they mother wanna shine She got punch lines Don't nobody wanna grind Waiting on lunch time No practice you'll get benched When it's game time Nowadays everybody got their pro tools Back then I had no tools and four rules Sleep, eat, write rhymes then go to school And After school it was back to the rhyme dude Just in case you didn't know I'm not crazy as you think I'm so out of sight I'm ghost Writing Got blood on my ink People talk about me lets talk about it It's positive I doubt All while I was counting my blessings They was trying to count me out But I never felt no battle So Your chatter does not matter Cause they couldn't take my drive When I was climbing up that latter I was up up and away I could not see the look up on they face They was just running and ducking Dodging hiding trying to clear the way Whoop! Whoop! They say the money is power Well look at the moneyless cowards Kelvin mash on this trash you are lemon sour let the blind lead the blind you don't need eyes You're too illiterate to read in between my lines The mean time I'm obliged To do whats right Your light skin need a tan Cause you're are not bright I'm not writing like I'm wrong when I go left And All I'm calling on is God When I need help Nowadays everybody Wanna be a rapper Even they mother wanna shine She got punch lines Don't nobody wanna grind Waiting on lunch time No practice you'll get benched When it's game time Nowadays everybody got their pro tools Back then I had no tools and four rules Sleep, eat, write rhymes then go to school And After school it was back to the rhyme dude