Yeah Rap like my lungs got set on fire Yeah, like who's gonna step In the mix I got hopes to retire Almost gave up a dream But who's gonna take It back hope When my nigga gets tired And it's always The ones I admired Steady getting These racks that I wired This is how I pull up To a gun fight Yeah, Night shift And I'm doing it part time Off the dome And I do it With punch lines Yeah and I cannot Go out like a bitch No more favors I'm closing em all I put you on and you Playing dirty on the pitch And I'm down like who do I trust I gave him my all And he still damn switched I got problems But who do I tell But my niggas Ain't making the list In this game I'm still tryna make it out there But still got out the goddamn pits You must be dumb If you thinking I'll fail So counters that's under the well Wishing me bad But I'm still gone prevail And I'm holding My own till the last drop Time for business Eliminate pep talk **** nigga music The sound that I passed on And I'm stepping For times I got slept on I got tired of asking Them to wake up Guess they'll feel It when my music shakes up Lost some time That I still cannot make up Tell em sit tight As I'm getting my cake up Doing it now There's no time for later Did it first And they still cannot rate us Mama told me These niggas get faker