[Verse 1] [Nametag]
Feelin' like a Pis-ton, Bad Boy, way back in '89, feelin' like Bad Boy, when the label was in its prime, can't stop, won't stop, mo' props, gimme mine, for the mission I am fitted just call it a 59 chances, take 'em that's how you become a champion, struggle built strength, through the mental I am Samson, rumble young man rumble, mind state of Cassius before the military tried to draft him, build it to last this be the craft needed t o reachin' the masses, speakin' to the people like I'm Malcolm with the glasses at the podium right befo' the shotgun blast, hopin I motivate many fo' this life go past, I be focused on tomorrow, though I'm seizin' the moment, my competition is me, so what's defeatin' opponents? My seed is the future, so as long as she growin' I'm gon' show her the right path my role is to lead her on it, I'm gone
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Rumble, rumble young man rumble, you get out and get it that's how you overcome a struggle, you don't win you don't eat and you're broke, if you don't hustle, either you go home or go strong apply the muscle
[Verse 2] [Ty Farris]
Dedicated,Determination Check Out My Manuscript On The Road To Riches, On A Bike With No Handlegrips No Handouts, I Singlely Handed These Niggas Classics For As Respect,They Never Gave Me None I Had To Snatch It Like Grandpa Stretching His Back U Know I Get It Cracking Since Back In The Day,Back-Flipping Up Off The Mattress Now Im Back,Backhanding Theses Rappers To Get To Platinum My Mission Is To Killem Wit Lyrics Its No Relaxing 2-5 On My Stomach And I Ain't Playing No Madden They Rickey Hatton,Sipping A Magnum, Hitting The Canvas From 1 Punch On 8 Mile Battling At The Lunch Truck Thats Just Snippet And The Commitment It Took To Come Up Im Tracy Morgan On Martin You Know I Gotta HustleMan Im Cool But When I Step In The Booth Im Like The Son Of Sam Before I Lose You'll See A Muslim Eating Some f*cking Ham Each Bar I Spit Is Equivalent To Couple Grams
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