verse 1:
thumbs up for the go-getters
the ambitionless are pissed they should know better
no debtor we owe nothing but hard work
inverse of brett favre frontin' doing yard work
no wrangler's, 38/38 on my 501's till I'm angered
then them jawns rip up, cuz' I'm on it
skin gets jaundiced the hulk got cornered
time to just bomb *, rockets been launched
and your pretty boy shirt got dumped in the garbage
now you *ed cuz' your book gets judged
cuz your cover's in another dumpster looking all slumped
--they did away with that, you think you'll make it back
with no history you'll never make your paperback
used to think you'd always be a best seller
didn't count on those 12 year olds talkin' to their elders
* YEAH when them hands go up
I demand that we stand for the fans in us
-the lines been blurred
I'm tryna fight the urge
to sip something strong enough to help me fight my nerves
I got my words, they've been penned
Written Thursday Mixtape on the Way and its dirtier than pig pen
i've got a feeling there's about to be a *storm
tired of these backwards men I'm like I'm Rip Torn

verse 2:
the old days were great but we're past them
we still here to rear our new passions
we fight fear with vices toast glasses
smoke pot and * like we never took classes
and never learned *
but we earned our hurt and pain
from our scars and mistakes
and with that being said I'm about to make a few more
breath of fresh air I am living in a humidor
so temperate, i've been bent since week 17
but I'm never on the bench,
no rest already said it, ethic is embedded
and I'll never let it slip cuz' its a natural anesthetic
-- keep it organic for the ladies with the pit hair
throwing up they fists at my shows like * yeah
demographics don't matter when yo