[Intro: Euroz]

Uh, this that shit y’all been watin’ on

I’m standin’ at the podium

You know. TF2

It’s just different

[Verse 1: Euroz]

Look. The mind of a true poet

Whoever has the crown knows that I’ll soon own it

I peeped your new style, im hopin’ you dudes own it

They hate to display love, so only a few show it

I always give respect, only if you show it

It’s all about the truth my nigga and who spoke it

What’s the best if only a few know it?

What’s a classic if only a few noticed?

I’m boarder line stressin' tryna give the fans another one

Know that TF2 will be such an acute moment

Niggas hatin’ cause a handout is what they waitin’ on

And that’s the reason these niggas will never make it uh

You would’ve that that I evacuated the hospital

Cause my urgency has ‘em askin’ where has the patience gone

Me and your favorite producer vibin’ and making songs

Beats are like canvas’ in which I paint greatness on

The ones closest to you desert you soon as the cake is gone

I’m working so hard that even moms get a late response

Told me through God, nothing’s hard to achieve

But shit don’t always work out so keep cards up your sleeve

The fact that she never made it is what caused me to dream

Moms rapped so the apple wasn’t far from the tree

This may be hard to believe but technically I just started rappin’

The game changed but I’m in love with the part that hasn’t

Mixtapes and albums sound the same but they far from classic

Cats that you think is hot, to me it’s just target practice

Man I swear these niggas target practice

Droppin’ music that lack substance, heart, and passion

But me? My rhymin’ is straight

Your opinion’s somethin’ I don’t got time to debate

They question whether or not if I’m tryna be Drake

Yet overlook the classic shit that I strive to create

Did it occur that I’m just grindin’ and tryna be great?

And timeless music’s really what I aspire to make

Huh? I’m here to stay. I’m not at all leavin’

Haters clickin’ on my songs for the wrong reasons

We’re single handedly bodyin’ shit in 2012

And got a lot more in store, it’s bout to be a long season

You wack cats is in trouble nigga

This year I’m lookin’ to average a triple double nigga

My team killin’, think it’s time you called a huddle nigga

Feel good to ball especially when you come from struggle nigga

And you could have all the talent on this Earth

Your work determines your worth, so it ain’t shit if you don’t hustle nigga

Real thoughts, I never hold mines back

Fans addicted to my shit, these is coke line raps

I know these labels want they cosigns back

Cause the niggas they signin’ can’t fuck with my ’09 tracks

It’s cool. It’s a matter of time

You could make it to the top with no ladder to climb

Unbreakable dreams, ain’t no shatterin’ mine

And if the deal ain’t in my favor I’d rather decline

Nothing was ever given it was all earned

Nigga success is what we all yearn

Was on the right track but took the wrong turn

Lookin’ for a shortcut instead of thinking long term

From our failures, important lessons we've all learned

These wack niggas had they chance now it’s our turn

And I’m aware that I’ll be greeted with a lot of hate

But to hell with them, like Cam Newton they could all burn

Burn in hell niggas

What you know bout getting’ booked with no bail nigga?

At 18, 4 years with in a cell nigga

Left for dead no one thought that you’d prevail nigga

Here I stand

But here I stand

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