[Refrain]
Do-do, do-do-do-
Do-do-do-do-do-do-
D-do-do-do-do-do-
Do-do-do-do-do-do-
[Verse 1: Quadeca]
I'm gonna make it
No, I'm stoppin' at nothin'
People are tryna say I can't
But they oughta be bluffin'
Sorry, I'm blushin'
When you tell me that I'm not to be somethin'
You better get your head up
And start to watch when I'm comin'
Runnin' and plungin' up in the
Front of this new form of media
Leavin' the previous life
Believin' the Wikipedia
People are feedin' ya' more bull
They seem to be greedier (Yeah)
They seem to be needier
And only you get beat when they're teasin' ya
Feelin' much easier
To fall into the trap
The system all is a fraud
But you crawl into its lap
Not at all is it that, miseducation
Blamin' its mistakes and faults on the rap
Get off of my ass
I'm not callin' you back
It's like, what the fuck are you doin'?
You're throwin' away all of my trust into you, and
I'm up in my groove, and you're stuck in the loop, and
I'm runnin' with stuff that you'd love to be usin'
Enough is enough, but this stuff isn't true, and
I'm bustin' 'em up and I'm stuck in my movement
You fuckin' it up and it comes in the blue, and
It's crushin' and crushin', you tough for pursuin'
And people say Eminem's better than Ben again
Then again, I'm like fourteen
I'm a lucky man, but they don't understand
I got the upper hand, even in your dreams
These lyrics are foreseen
You try to insult them? You're mean
This is the craziest shit
That you ever will see on your screen
And I keep on settin' more goals
To keep on headin' towards
I try to rap with some fast verses
And big words with some metaphors
This is the work in progress
A lot of shit to get better for
But I'm takin' steps, I keep makin' chances
Not lookin' back anymore
Uh
[Chorus: Walia & Quadeca, Quadeca]
And I know
Everything that you believe in
And I know
Of these things that you are seein'
But you'll never ever realize
That I am gonna be signed
And everyone is waiting for the
Glory, glory, glory (Oh, uh, yo)
[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Motivation is a rare occasion I'm patiently waitin' for
Time that we spendin' is wasted and traded for makin' more
I hate the door, I hate it, remindin' me of the exit sign
It's safer just to quit, not to be risky and never try
You have your path, I'd like to think I'm settin' mine
But I rarely stretch the line, I never really ever get to spend the time
A lesson's learned, a less-than rhyme, but I can't express the mind
On hatin', uneducated basic comments are said online, uh
But, fuck 'em, does that even matter? It don't even matter
I don't see them face-to-face and I don't meet 'em after, all I do is see disaster
All I do is see an empty face and I can't breathe with laughter
All I wanna do is leave the chatter
All you do is say it's shitty, 'kay, you just need to batter
You don't let it sit, you don't let it bake, you don't read the pattern
All I wanna do is spit some game, I can't be a rapper?
I will see down below, tell me if you need the ladder
Yeah
[Chorus: Walia & Quadeca, Quadeca]
And I know
Everything that you believe in
And I know
Of these things that you are seein'
But you'll never ever realize
That I am gonna be signed
And everyone is waiting for the
Glory, glory, glory (Oh)
