One Song

[Hook] All I need is one song, one line All I need is one break to survive All I get is one chance to come on Five more hours to come up with a song [Verse 1] All I need is one mic, one pen, one piece of paper One top single, and it's game over for the haters One shot, one chance, one opportunity One motherfucking animal is what I grew to be One man army, throwing one finger up Always the middle one cause you know I never give a fuck One dream is the reason that I'm here Went to college cause they told me that I needed a career But I won here now, look all over your Facebook Where the jokes now? All you motherfucking Dane Cooks Making fun of me, walking down the hallway Just a middle schooler, headphones on all day Little punk but my eye was on the prize It took a lot of tries but I knew I'd get it right Now I got the last laugh, ain't life funny? Y'all are out job hunting while I'm sitting on money [Hook] [Verse 2] All I need is one beat and one hour to get it written down One style? Nah, every day I got a different sound Kid around with the flow, so serious When it's my turn, I'ma kill shit, period I'm doing good, dude, they getting mad now Yelling "Fuck Webby!" while they chilling in the crowd, huh I just laugh and roll with it They came in here to hate, but I made money off they tickets Bitches, shit, I've been at it for a while Man, your best written rap is my worst freestyle At first they ignored me, now they in denial I'm like a Thornberry on the mic, gettin' wild On that animal flow, now everywhere I go, the camera go So they can watch me get my hands on the dough Why you mouthing off to me? You're just an amateur, bro And this UConn Huskie about to go pro [Hook] [Verse 3] All I got is one life, so the devil better stop rushing me Gave it all I got and now I'm sitting here at 23 Looking back at this life I've lived Used to pay to get a gig, now I sell 'em out, kid And just recently, my wallet was empty Had to scrape together pennies to get some chicken at Wendy's Couldn't even take my girl out on a date Now we coppin' appetizers and a 40 oz steak Side of mozzarella sticks so I gotta tell em this You don't need a medical degree to tell I'm sick Bitch, let me live my life Stop trying to hold me back or I'ma miss my flight First class posted, sippin' on Jack Headphones on as I write these tracks Where I'm headed? I don't even know that All I know is when I get there, I'ma never look back [Outro] The pressure is rising, no more mistakes (Nah) Don't try to deny it, don't you hesitate (No hesitation, man) Those voices are calling, calling out your name (They calling for you, man) But don't look so sad, cause it's a long way back (And I ain't never Looking back, I ain't ever looking back) [Hook]