x2) [Verse 1: Alex Wiley] Blast off [uhh baby) It's the motherfucking time now Dug a deep ditch when i quit school, but this rapping shit helping me climb out Me and Chancellor, fuck you tahm bout Village shittin' on niggas in time out When im feeling this all that i rhyme 'bout Me and Kembe grindin' in the grind house Asking where I wanna go, who I wanna be My life is nothing more than ripping all these beats And that's the way i want it im trippin' Of the weed and that im sippin' on at least you Tipping, fuck you mean Gotta get mine, gotta fucking win Gotta bring the Village, I gotta represent it I gotta keep on pushing, gotta keep on working I can't stop yelling fuck though, I gotta keep on shittin' All we wanna do is get money Seem like errbody want some shit from me Like put me on with this and hook me on with that Find your way up off my dick homie Remember I used to keep the sacks with me In the basement, watching that Rap City Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny Now them niggas want a track with me [Hook: Alex Wiley] If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm going to shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yea I stole, never got caught (x2)
