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Produced by @omitobeats, mixed by @yovirecords, artwork by www.instagram.com/carmenbachezphoto/
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I'm comin' straight out of the get-go,
dresscode; call me old fashioned like a retro-
sexual, trying to be the greatest like I'm Esco,
Pac, Hov, Eminem, Biggie, comin' straight out of the city
where no one believed in me, I got
fuckers tellin' me that I can't rap
for a couple reasons, first of all; you ain't black
when I'm at your shows, where's the hoes and the maybach?
you say you want the fame, where the fuck is your chain at?
consider this payback; for those who don't know what I had to do
they don't have a clue about which road, or which avenue
I had to take, reason that I developed an attitude, I'm rappin' too
sick you might catch the flu, I'm an animal
beast mode; trying to play the game but I don't have any cheat codes
trying to change the world and that's the reason I speak slow
expanding my audience, they criticize then try to copy it's, so obvious
[Chorus]
I want it all; the money clothes hoes and the fame
I want it all; the dollar bills whips and the chains
I want it all; just wait a minute let me explain
just want em' to remember my name, will they remember my name?
I want it all; the money clothes hoes and the fame
I want it all; the dollar bills whips and the chains
I want it all; they said it's all part of the game
just want em' to remember my name
[Verse 2]
Never would I claim to be "God-like"
I just played my cards right
me against the odds; more like me against the spotlight
I remember the dark nights
when I was tellin' myself that this shit would be alright
comparin' myself to my friends and I felt like I lost sight
of what was more important; trying to be the next Jordan
focusin' on the cash, instead of just fuckin' scorin'
thought it was just a phase, wakin' up every mornin'
trying to face my reflection was hard for me to ignore it
wasn't happy what I saw, wasn't me at fuckin' all
middle finger tall, as I'm trying to climb up the wall
Fuck em' all; ain't got the patience to live in fear
right before I'm 'bout to disappear, it's crystal clear
[Chorus]
I want it all; the money clothes hoes and the fame
I want it all; the dollar bills whips and the chains
I want it all; just wait a minute let me explain
just want em' to remember my name, will they remember my name?
I want it all; the money clothes hoes and the fame
I want it all; the dollar bills whips and the chains
I want it all; they said it's all part of the game
just want em' to remember my name
[Verse 3]
Told my momma imma make it
trying to be the greatest of my time;
all I really gotta do is say what's on my mind, so I
stay on my grind, and I'm takin' what's mine and I
look at the stars and one day imma shine
just like em, for now I'm fightin'
strikin' like it was lightnin'
or Tyson inside the ring; the difference is I ain't bitin'
no matter how enticin' the fruit may be, I ain't
got a million dollars as you can see
I'm on fire; while half of these rappers got ghost writers
the others just flow biters; nothin' but blow dryers
they both liars; thinkin' it's time to go higher
got bars like gold buyers, they callin' me coal miner
'cause I came from the underground, now I'm never comin' down
'cause I want the crown, catch my rain from the thundercloud
so what I'm brown; deal with it, on top of the pyramid
screamin' so loud, want everybody to hear this shit
no matter how far you are, on top of mars
or sittin' inside your car, just listen to every bar
and recognize a star when you see one
my story just begun, tell em
[Chorus]
I want it all; the money clothes hoes and the fame
I want it all; the dollar bills whips and the chains
I want it all; just wait a minute let me explain
just want em' to remember my name, will they remember my name?
I want it all; the money clothes hoes and the fame
I want it all; the dollar bills whips and the chains
I want it all; they said it's all part of the game
just want em' to remember my name
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap