Tryina get it
Tryina get it
V1
I’m a full fledged man/ and I’ve sketched ma plan/
I’ve fed ma fam/ cause I’ve learned to stretch ma rand/
For as long I got both a right and a left hand/ a leg to stand/
I will never beg no man/ for favors or/ Go knockin on a neighbours door/
Tryina borrow a cup of sugar or some table salt/ (No)
I’d rather brave the storm/ face it all/
And work so hard you swear I’m breaking labour laws/
I’m breaking doors/ open and waging wars/ a raging bull/
My dues is paid in full/
Ask the fam/ how I play the roll of Sasko Sam/
To break bread first you gotta raise the doe/
And I ain’t talking yeast and flour too/ sweet and sour soup/
Heat over an hour or two/ No, I’m talking bout speaking our truth/
Reaching our youth/ but over a beat that’s powerful/
V2
Cats are always asking me “Verb why five jobs kid?”/
And I’m like “Yeah you right why is it not six?”/
I must not slip/ and get comfortable I’ll drop quick/
And everybody knows hip hop is top of the list/
Though it’s not a job it’s a gift/ that’s God-given/
And I’m not gonna trip/ but it is hard living/
But I’m not gonna quit from dropping hard writtens/
Driven live a dodge on strip/ call it optimism/
There’s an eye in the mind I’ve got the vision/
There’s a voice in the heart although sometimes it’s hard to listen/
This ain’t just verse spitting/ I’m an artist dropping wisdom/
I’m my own worst critic and my hardest competition/
Always compare myself to the best/ from here to Bucharest/
The US/ and the level where Europe is/
Always push myself like go-carts to the edge/
And so far, been giving you my whole heart through the chest/
V3
I don’t believe in sleep at all/ I go to bed with the speakers on/
And when it reaches dawn/ I wake up with a completed song/
And whenever you see me perform/
You can’t help but to get up and stand up like Peter Tosh/
I don’t believe in loss either ya’ll/ I’m an over achiever dawg/
And similar to evens I beat the odds/ HHP should write my acceptance speech before/
I go up to receive my lifetime achievement award/ or album of the century either or/
The focus is unbelievable till you meet the boy/
I never leave an I un-dotted or a T un-crossed/
In fact I never leave a mic un-rocked or a beat un-tossed/
I’m writing hooks when I be indoors/
When I’m out I’m rocking clubs like I was Tiger Woods T-ing off
If not on radio speaking thought/ or promoting in CD stores/
I got a PD4/ speaking to TV Viewers/
