[Ad-libs]
Yeah, look

[Verse 1]
I used to stress, they say, “Who Got Next?”
No mention, wondered why I hadn’t got props yet
Go figure, I wished I’d get there quicker
Didn’t get bitter, I got bigger
Got badder, got better
In the pourin’ rain, the hot weather
It was me in my room writin’ rhymes
In a beanie and a Hang Ten sweater
I never stopped, never quit
Livin’ proof of ambition if it never did live, ha
So I could dodge or dip what haters hurl my way
Felt the pull o’ the booth half a world away
If they think they can give me a pearl, then hey
Bring it on, motherfucker, c’mon
I worked too damn hard for too damn long
One in a country o’ two man songs
Smoked out, I’ll pass on the bong
I drink my drink ‘til the last drop gone
We can chat shit ‘til the full moon dip
Back over the horizon and sunlight hit
Time of our lives, who knows if we’ll get another?
I’m not a gamblin’ man, so I just live, brother
So real, so ill
It ain’t what ya (Yeah) think, it’s what you (Yeah) feel
[Chorus]
And it’s not for the money, (No) it’s not the applause (Nah)
When they ask me what I’m doin’ this for
It’s hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, that’s what’s up
Come Hell or high water, sun or snow
I could tell you now but you already know
It’s hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop

[Verse 2]
I keep it movin’ like boot camp
A true champion, a fan o’ hip-hop, a new plan
From when old school crew bump Wu Tang
Baggin’ grams in the classroom
Damn, nowadays, I get blazed
I get Phazed Out, beats, that is
My membrane’s focused, right? Not oversight
My flow is like twice Oprah’s size after doughnut night
And that’s fat, it ain’t Obese, man
It’s Crooked Eye but it ain’t no beef, man
Lookin’ back at the road that I rode
Only shows, I don’t know where the next stretch goes
At the start of oh-five, wouldn’t’ve picked that
I be where I’m at with Skub and a six pack
Pick rap over grades, so I pray
I don’t look back in five years like should’ve just quit that
But no way that’s happenin’
I make a substance to livin’ off a passion and been travellin’
Across the country, stage to stage
Interstate flights, rental cars, planes and trains
The pace is five, no safety belt across my heart
That I’ll finish any place but last
And I don’t need to be rich to have class, livin’ large
As the brokest (Yeah) motherfucker with a VIP (Yeah) pass
[Chorus]
And it’s not for the money, (No) it’s not the applause (Nah)
When they ask me what I’m doin’ this for
It’s hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, that’s what’s up
Come Hell or high water, sun or snow
I could tell you now but you already know
It’s hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop

[Intro]
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Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

[Commentary]
You get ‘em, Flago, yeah