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[Chorus] Because Hip Hop is all I have Through the good and through the bad And all I got is paper on this pad So hope for a chance Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished Because nothing in this world is ever promised Because Hip Hop is all I have Through the good and through the bad And all I got is paper on this pad So hope for a chance Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished Because nothing in this world is ever promised All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music [Verse 1] See, I was sixteen, three hundred and sixty three days old When this story that I'm about to tell unfolds A hard headed youngin' thugging just a little bit Robbing people for the guap, hitting licks and stealing shit Yeah, we was wild when this son was into gun play But I knew karma would catch up with us one day So when I would rob Man, I'm going bankrupt, ran up on them, hit 'em Grabbed his wallet and then we ran off Ran off a few blocks before I lose steam Wishing I didn't quit the hoop team Because then I would be able to run Without running out of breath We ran three blocks then we turned and make a left Said, "Chill bruh we good" till my heart skipped a beat And that's when I looked And seen police rolling down the street Tried to run but they got us I knew it was a wrap after that Sitting in the cop car, hands cuffed behind my back Knew I wasn't coming back for a minute That meant I wouldn't kick it But above it all, that rap shit was finished At least for a minute, but to take up time I would sit inside my cell, chill, and make up rhymes Banging beats on the wall And I battled some cats They like, "Damn bruhs white but he go at it with raps" But couldn't wait to come home Because for the first time I knew what exactly I wanted to do [Chorus] Because Hip Hop is all I have Through the good and through the bad And all I got is paper on this pad So hope for a chance Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished Because nothing in this world is ever promised Because Hip Hop is all I have Through the good and through the bad And all I got is paper on this pad So hope for a chance Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished Because nothing in this world is ever promised All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music [Verse 2] See some people call it luck And then some people call it patience This is what I call a product of authentic dedication I give my heart to music and I give my life to it So if they hate, I'm charging right Through it, I knew it all along Till then everything I dreamed about would happen Build a future, have the music, but I'm doing it with this rapping And beats that I'm making, crossing fingers that I make it 'Cause nobody owes you shit So you gotta go and take it See, my foots on the pedal I'll never ever stop, 'cause just because I get signed Doesn't mean I made it to the top But I do it for the love, so there's nothing you can tell me I'll never see defeat just like I got a big belly And I got that from fifth, props to him, man, he already But since we on the topic of the folks that have helped me Give props where they due, P O J B A B two Serious, but most of all, y'all the fans, I thank you [Chorus] Because Hip Hop is all I have Through the good and through the bad And all I got is paper on this pad So hope for a chance Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished Because nothing in this world is ever promised Because Hip Hop is all I have Through the good and through the bad And all I got is paper on this pad So hope for a chance Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished Because nothing in this world is ever promised All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music all day All I want to do is make music