DESCRIPTION:
(Verse#1)
Ima rapper, I'm not from the hood, & I'm white as fuck, so that must mean
That I'm probably just another muthafuckin Up-&-Coming Eminem wanna-be,
Right?? I only like to rap because I think its hot
to talk about shit I aint got, & pretend to be someone I'm not....
Fuck that! Even the blind look at me & they can see I put my heart into this shit
I never cared about a whip, I never cared about a chick, I never cared about being the shit.
My music serves like a medicine, for the kids who are feeling alone
So they put a pair of headphones on, then they hear one of my songs, & now they're feeling at home.
See I remember doing that, back when I felt like I had nothin
Tryna block out everything & everybody, cause everybody was telling me I'd be nothin,
Now I'm... Runnin-jumpin-overcomin, every challenge ever comin, no tellin what I'm becoming
From a no one, to a someone, taking nothin, making something, muthafucka this is WrightOrNothin!!

(Verse#2)
They used to tell me, my dream was impossible
But now they look at me like "Damn he pulled a miracle"
I feel invincible, on my way to the pinnacle
Unstoppable, unbeatable, unbreakable, bitch I'm doing the unthinkable.
Underdog, I'm puttin' it DOWN, comin' UP, but I'm UNDERGROUND
Still HIGHER UP, than all the whack mainstream rappers who are DUMBING Hip-Hop DOWN.
I don't know what happens when you die, & they bury six feet down in the ground,
But I guarantee, the next MC, who battles me, is gonna be, the next rapper to find out.
My FLOW make you SEE-SICK (Sea-sick) Everytime I beast it, I feat onna hater
I gotta lyrical ability so BOMB, it'll BLOW your MIND, but thats a NO-BRAINER,
I bet that went over your HEAD, cause to understand it would involve a little bit of THINKING,
but these rappers aint thinking, which has me THINKING, what the fuck are they thinking??

(Verse#3)
Competition in the building better BACK-UP
If they don't listen than they gonna get jacked up,
smacked up, slapped up, followed with my BACK-UP
Till they're fucked up, & they can't get BACK-UP
My fans can BACK-UP the FACT, that I'm real on every track & I take that to the grave,
As a matter of fact, my fans got the tats (tattoos) They literally take my music to the grave.
I'll never sell out, I'ma BRANCH out, but I stay true to my ROOTS,
WALKING down the road of life, sticking to the code-of-Wright, whatever I do, I stay true to my SHOES,
I put my SOUL (& sole of my shoe) into every STEP, I'm putting in the reps, to become the best,
Everybody sleeping on me is happy they woke up, it sucks to be the ones (Won's) who over slept.
I'ma get-um, ima hit-um, competition in my vision, feel the venom, of the rhythm like a Mamba,
Doubters gonna be feeling that trauma, when I blow up like a suicide bomber.
I'ma make a LIVING off of KILLING, like a villain when I'm chillin with about a million bad-bitches,
Pedal-to-the-metal & I'm never gonna settle, for the middle level, I'm way too ambitious.