Becoming King

[Intro:]

If I could do one thing in this world

It would be to at least inspire one person

Because it's not about how bad you want something

How bad you want something is meaningless, it's pointless

If how bad you're willing to work for the thing you want

Isn't ten times as intense as how bad you want it

I can't sell you desire, I can't bottle up passion

And give it to you in the form of some magic potion

The only thing that can quench hunger, is more hunger

And every trial, every tribulation, everything you go through

Is necessary in life...

Because it's the lessons that you get from those things

That most people can't, and will not endure

Embrace it - I urge you all to embrace it

Because it's the one thing that will allow you

To become king...

[Verse:]

I just copped a Chevy, that bitch like sweet potato pie

Don't believe them hater lies, I'm steppin like a zeta phi

Beta, Baby Boy, I got it covered like a Raider eye

Call my peace, they known to carry beef like a Jamaican spot

I'm sick of discussing me

Cause I think of this shit and spit it quick as it come

And I'm bringin' niggas to Heaven, I'm makin' wishes, I'm buggin'

I tell them niggas get ready, they 'bout to witness the ugliest shit

Dirt on my name made a flower grow, bitch

I'm co-signing the God, what's gon' stop him?

Gon' pray for my haters today - fuck it

I just go dumb like they say in the Bay

Bumpin' E40, three shorties in my 7-50

I'm 7-30, that's 20 left, but no twenties on it

Get your head right or get some money on it

Say I, play secretary, get the paper

Lil' nigga ballin' like A.I.

May I, break a ho down, don't pay her?

Player, from the motherfuckin' Himalayas, okay, ya?

Kill every rapper I see it's a rap (wrap) when

I catch 'em, I'm wrapping my hands 'round they neck and chokin'

I'm rappin', it's classic

They rappin' like candy that's wrapped in plastic

I'm rapping jurassic bars, classic cars

Bad-ass bitches and nasty broads

Ratchet hoes to keep the ratchet low

You know how I handle it, 'bout to hand me gold, nigga

[Outro:]

My haters love me, I built them niggas

I fought with lions, and killed them niggas

You ask for joy, I ask for pain

You love the sun, I beg for rain

Can't take my passion, deter me from my dreams

They left me nothin', I still done my thing

Pussy niggas, one more thing:

This what it takes, when you become a king