Fanfare

[Verse 1]

I’m too quiet they said I didn’t speak enough

I let the tape deck rock till my speakers bust

Until it came to pass, I hope to make some cash

So I can buy my mother something just to make her laugh

My recorder, my lyrics that i’m dead off

Money got shorter and my sneaker game fell off

You garbage and you still recycle while I replay

Couple years back I got my Triton off of ebay

Produced my own shit and the feeling man that shit was crazy

Before that I was rocking with the 50-80

My drum kit bang hardest in my MV, but I heard it bang harder in that MP

Yo I didn’t have the beats, but I had a hobby that’ll keep me off the streets

Writing cause I wanted to and not because i’m ill

Just wanted to assure you understood how I feel

[Hook]

How could you tell me to get through it (get through it) X4

[Verse 2]

I can’t address what it takes to be the best

Cause I was still in school I wrote my rhymes up on the desk

The teacher couldn’t point me out because I had the smarts

But mom’s felt sick and I almost fell apart

How could you tell me to get through it

I had the standing drum kits with the stock sounds

And tracked out, 200 beats and you knocked down

That I been working on, docked hours clocking 3 to 10

But my samples didn’t match up with the BPM

Couldn’t take the criticism, caught me throwing fits

Wanted your opinion but i’m really getting pissed

The drugs were too stiff, reduction wasn’t crisp

And I learned a large part of production is the mix

Caught myself rapping too, and then I act a fool

Beat boxing with my boys, chillin' spittin' after school

Rap was in a different age, same book different page

Getting paid, writing songs in hopes that they were getting played

Dreams grew wilder, i’m rapping in the mirror

If you getting sick of rappers then i’m acting as the serum

To the song I signed off saying I would hold it down

You want the crown well than here let me show you how

[Hook]