1| Back in the days, I had dreams of rapping on Imagined listening to radio where my track get played It's tragic, I never fathomed the magic will fade Lets take it back to the days when I my name I was over-hungry for beats, like the melody was to eat (Bars) a hundred a week was to me As long as I had deep to crush a sucker MC I won but in a couple I fumbled, suffered defeats I was grinding hard, way harder than artists did At 17, on Choice FM, I went bar for bar with swiss for 45 minutes Ready and No lie, you can ask that was there and plain, my CD got critical acclaim I to build an official position in the game Quicker than I could think, I was all my aims I miss them days, now it's difficult 'cause shit isn't the
Everything goes up must come down I was alright before, but I'm up now Got a bit of success, didn't it at all It's time that I document my and my fall If it's not your destiny it's not meant to be In the mirror, face to face with my enemy Got a bit of success, like it at all It's time I document my rise and my fall
2| Before volume 2 dropped, my brother I never stopped, I just on busting rhymes Putting on a brave face but it was still tough at I couldn't 'cause my nightmares were nothing nice Volume 2 out, got live in the press Regardless, I was still stressed and fucking More successful, the more I felt in a web Pain ate away at my soul nothing was left were rumors about, I heard a dirty sound They even tried to say Chancers turned me down Everyday, were on the phone, tryna get me on that show 'Till I had to tell 'em straight, look, I didn't go I didn't blow Had to prove bruva In '05 I won an award for best new But that shits all They say the only thing worse not getting what you wish for Is it
Everything that goes up must come I was before, but I'm fucked up now Got a bit of success, didn't it at all time that I document my rise and my fall If it's not your destiny then not meant to be In the mirror, face to with my worst enemy Got a bit of success, like it at all time that I document my rise and my fall
3| I can't handle the chins wagging And the chatting My issues had me making decision to rapping It's (why?) 'Cause that almost really did I changed my everyday zig-zagging But I'm a lyricist, I live for I to stop Got 3 off my chest Then hit Block Very pissed, I was getting of my topics A pad of paper, I fill one line of it Seeing rappers in magazines, I I'm better than Cussing has-beens when I'm just a never-been Me and my would be rich if we were American Those negative times are so clear when I them I hope you heard a bar, you could maybe relate Life's strange, it never remains the same, it It wasn't just memories that me make this 'Cause we all and fall on a daily basis...