Lyrics: Michael Bonema
Music: Michael Bonema
[Intro: MIKE]
This my only chance left
To prove to y'all
I'm the best rapper
In the ****in' world
Hey, hey
[Verse: MIKE]
Said thank God I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison
For my brother and my sis, I'll make the ugliest decisions
Banked on the feeling
Tell mama what the deal is
How you grow up with the rich
And now you wanna be a villain?
Had a hunch and Doc' did it
There's money in the written
They fronted, I ain't trippin'
It's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position
It be the spirits -
Tell em keep the quickness
Stay the **** up out the business
Give a **** about a critic
Wasn't in the trenches
All the thunder in my chest and niggas wasn't interfering
Cop a bunch, if I can spare it
Struggle with appearance
Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands
Said enough with the comparing
Love I couldn't cherish
Through the tunnel, seen the glare
All that cluster isn't carats
Know it touch him when you hear it
One up in the air
And my love I be embarrassed
Always stumble when you caring
When the winters are the fairest
Puddles and despair
Overcoming been apparent no more muzzle full of fear
Runnin' into terror
[Outro: MIKE]
Uh, I said thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister
Make the ugliest dec-
Thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister
Thank god I'm livin'
I ain't go to prison for my brother and my sister
Make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the feeling
When you look at him - his behavior, his attitude, you'll think he's rough
But when you get close to him you'll see he's a good somebody