[INTO: Eminem quote]
"Anybody can anything they set their mind to
It depends on how bad you want it."
[VERSE 1]
I'ma crash all internet servers
Yeah I walk on waves, and I kick surfers
Serve me like a servant I need connection maybe this time I'll get service
You serve no purpose like a bitch at a party shirtless
This is so hot like two shorties squirting, In each other's mouths
At her momma's house
Oh I've been a nut since the first time I beat one out
Five star restaurants where I need to be when I'm eating out
Cheech and Chong lifestyle
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Getting married to the game just exchanged my vows
Rolling up Peach White Owls
Up late like night owls
Lets have a meeting like right now
I want seven figures, that's something you should right down
I'm sky high so you know you out my sight now
I want a nice car, in my damn garage
Dreams that we'll live, ain't no mirage
If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas
Oh I'm killing in my blood line, Greek Gods
All this past time, nothing but practice
I'ma have a five star tape, on DatPiff
Look up Greek mythology I feel like Atlas
Smoking mad spliffs, with a bad chick
Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg!
Don't ever try to stop me, or you can suck my dad's dick!
[Hook]
Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone
Till I crack your back and bones
Bomb your crib and blast your home
You got skill, that's why them labels leave your ass alone
Don't think you can run bitch I'll track your phone
I don't kill people best believe I'll crack your dome
Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll
Your career going straight in the toilet bowl
I murder tracks, bullet in the skull
[VERSE 2]
I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me
Please retire like Charles Barkley
I'm focused like when JAY-Z was stuck in Marcy
I've been stuck in Hell since I felt my heart beat
I do it for the love of music all that bullshit on the radio is stupid
I'ma get rich watch me do it
Working all week for them shitty pay checks
My CD dope I swear to God when you buy where gloves out of latex
Smoking blunts after great sex
Plotting on dreams where the escape next
Well I got million dollar rap journals
With knowledge above you like crop circles
I'ma stack this green and smoke the bud that's purple
Pissing on careers like urinals
RIP to Big L and ODB and 2Pac and BIG
And all the other OGs
I will shock and chill with, and blow OZs
[Hook]
Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone
Till I crack your back and bones
Bomb your crib and blast your home
You got skill, that's why them labels leave your ass alone
Don't think you can run bitch I'll track your phone
I don't kill people best believe I'll crack your dome
Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll
Your career going straight in the toilet bowl
I murder tracks, bullet in the skull
Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg!
Don't ever try to stop me, or you can suck my dad's dick
I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me
If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas
Oh I'm killing in my blood line, Greek Gods
If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas
If I ever get a Grammy give that shit to Nas
[OUTRO]
"Stay focused man, sky's the limit go all the way you know what I mean like, there's a lot of suckers in every industry but you know do what you got to do and research the game. Who's making- who has the power in radio? Who has the power? Get next to them or become them."
