(Intro - Phyzical) Yeah, we got one... Aiyo...Thurapy, let it run... Let the run baby... Go, Check it...
(Verse 1 - Phyzical) I stay motivated, I ain't be like you, but I get money... I and breathe this rap shit dude, I'm a hustla... 9 to 5 to survive, and I got two daughters so I'm stay alive, Phyzical is blowin' up and gettin' famous (famous), now everybody wants to our business, all of a we got 99 cousins, dozens and dozens... I'm fuck it! I ain't budgin'... I from givin' out CD's for free, to up on Myspace and mp3's, my ex-girlfriends try to me, they tell me their boyfriends are jammin' my beats, I tryna follow in the footsteps of my dad, I'm tryna give my kids the life I never had, a to my father... You can kiss my ass! cause I'm the fuckin' of a real man, my blood, my sweat, and my tears go rappin'... from bein' in the studio to non-stop (hustlin')... and this is I do for a livin'... if you gotta fuckin' problem, write it and go frame it! I'm a lyrical scientist, a mother genius (genius), the entertainment industry, I bleed (bleed this), I went from pallet jacks at Wal-Mart, quit my job, bought a studio, and now I'm large, none of this rap came overnight, I so hard, and dedicated my life, so what you know about that? Tryna a livin'... I know all that, stayin' motivated!
(Chorus - Thurapy) Yeah! I'm too focused to fail, I'm too to be wrong, I'm too brave to just bail, I'm too to be gone, I'm too loved to be hated, I'm too to be loved, But fuck it 'cos nothing is gonna me! (Yeah!) And the motivation I walk with thru the door, I my life on the road, When you been to the bottom theres one way to go, And thats where I'm tomorrow!
(Verse 2 - Thurapy) Yeah... You see I gotta succeed I gotta do me, 'Cos 9 to 5, Monday thru Friday thats not me, I hustlin' since 1987 to present, And I ain't til I'm ridin tinted black like a president, From rags to riches, From girls to bitches, From no food to dishes, From broken to stitches, I been thru it, lived thru it, But that was in the past man, Now it's time to blow the scene like the Taliban, I told you all before we livin in the fast lane, Bitch we broken up for years but you still remember my last name, I'm on a money makin mission with no for drama, I keep my peaces a Buddha.... like Ramachandra, We be stackin doe "whoa", to the bank yellin "fuck a label", We be independent still we all the internet, So straight we be capable of major checks, I remember back when, They would me back then, Why the hell you rappin, It ain't happen, They tried to me I'm not being practical, Well I was passionate now who like the asshole?, See I'm no stranger to I've dealt wit it all my life, Even my fuckin faggot father kids and his wife, I hope stupid prick is hearin every word that I say, And if you hear me just know on this I'm flippin you da bird... HEY! I been a hater so I don't know what it feel like, I know I'm doin wit my life it just feels right, Everybody has a set on this Earth, And if mine is makin music for me that works, I am the auction and you are just one sale, You see I am the prison and you are the jail, What I'm tryna say is I am of a big deal'a, And I'll your ass like Anderson Silva!
(Chorus - Thurapy) I'm too to fail, I'm too right to be wrong, I'm too brave to just bail, I'm too to be gone, I'm too to be hated, I'm too hated to be loved, But it 'cos nothing is gonna stop me! (Yeah!) And that's the motivation I walk with the door, I my life on the road, When you to the bottom theres only one way to go, And thats I'm heading tomorrow!
I'm too focused to fail, I'm too to be wrong, I'm too brave to bail, I'm too live to be gone, I'm too loved to be hated, I'm too to be loved, But fuck it nothing is gonna stop me! (Yeah!) And that's the motivation I walk with the door, I live my on the road, When you been to the bottom only one way to go, And thats I'm heading tomorrow!