[Intro: Sylvan LaCue]

Alright, I got it

Yeah, uh



[Verse 1: Sylvan LaCue]

All my life I wanted me a Beamer

Daddy used to whip it on his way to the cleaners

Smooth jazz, love, '94 and new speakers

Turbo jeans with the clear case beepers

Mama hit the page any time she had to see us

Domino's table, boy, this grown man business

Trick tryna tell me you don't know nan' nigga

Video mix used to keep the whole damn kitchen jumpin'

Uncle Luther background, "Hoes up to somethin'"

Mama, why you never let a nigga hit the function?

Bust a move in public, boy, you better hush it

Keep your head in them books like a test comin'

Composition when I'm trippin', let the rest flood in

With a pen and a page, I stage plays, wonderful in displays

So why it's radical, lettin' you know, it's okay



[Verse 2: Anonymuz]

My goal is to get you to fight back

Against anybody, everybody don't like that

Rxdical Forever, put that shit on my life

And smack a nigga if he come to me and try to deny facts

Boy, your favorite rapper isn't fuckin' with my passion

My ambition, plan, vision, or my craft

And hasn't gave a fuck about you people like I have

Blood up on my pen, blood sweatin' from my hands

While niggas in my city love lettin' the time pass

How you let your mama live inside of this viceland?

And not do anything, boy, I don't know where your mind's at

Only make me madder, I ain't getting my time back

For tryna give my fans something more than a bass drum

Tryna give my fam something more than a taste of success

'Cause they stress what afford from a pay stub

Y'all really ain't hearing me, though

Audio Picasso, I perform with a paintbrush

The old guitarist playing in the back is my blank page

I'm tryna make you get the picture before it ain't one

Yeah, I'm Anon but they know that I'm A-1

Everyone around me been around me from day one

Been doing my thing while you niggas just late

So when I jumped up out the gate, they never saw where it came from

But heard about it



[Interlude]

There's not enough of us, while we're still alive

That give people the true insight on what we have done

And how valuable and creative this music is

And what it means to us in the American society

Especially from the standpoint of blacks



[Verse 3: Anonymuz]

25 years on this shit and I'm still broke

Frontin' like I got it when I know that I still don't

Watchin' niggas pop and start to profit with no skill

And trendin' while I'm begging for a shot and it kills hope

Never compromised to get a shot and I still won't

But then I seen my mama cry and, dawg, I came real close

Have you ever tried to tell somebody you will blow

And watch 'em look at you like you been hurt or a little slow?

This shit is crazy, shit is crazy, yeah

But I can't give up yet, can't live a life of what ifs

Can't live a life where I die with regrets

No plan B's, fall back or what's next

Pushing through the pain, setbacks and upsets

I'm tryna tell you

How you take it shows how you make it out

How you face shit? Yo, how you break it down?

Rollin' up don't make me no greater now, no

How you take it shows how you make it out

How you face shit? Yo, how you break it down?

Rollin' up don't make me no greater now, woah

Woah