DESCRIPTION:
IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard,
My grind isn't like your grind,
Life's been movie-like, yup and it's show-time,
Uh, uh, yup and its show-time, uh, curtains up, it is show-time,
IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard.

Relentless, fame is a temptress,
Same with the game, but the grain, went against it,
Cause to be the same as these lames would be senseless,
Insane or a shame or just plain old pretentious,
Plus I ain't rich, won't say no pretend shit,
I say what I think what I say is intended,
What'd I say? Won't spray; then amend it,
I'm sorry in advance, cause you may get offended,
I grind like teeth do, shine like nine lights,
Problem is, the world's full of birds, rats and blind mice,
Curtains up, show-time this is my life,
Lemme introduce the main cast, me and my mic,
Hindsight, words and thoughts, curbs I chop on,
Or slang or whatever slang serves your block, I'm,
Always going hard, much harder than the rest,
Til they put me in the ground, I can sleep in after death.

(Hook)

I ain't slowing down or stopping, ever,
So tight, gotta be among the tops with talk or better,
Toxic talker, just a pauper trying to be the prince,
Proper, get my license to print paper and penny pinch,
Cause pistol popping is a piss poor option,
And I'm sick of robbin', more than Batman and this isn't Gotham,
Um, I'm, I'm, I'm a problem, yes indeed,
You speak my name in jest; you know what the gesture'll be,
No joke, get it straight, no jester in he,
Who is I, who's always smiling like the Cheshire is me,
Half-coon, always sporting dark circles like a raccoon,
Gave up sleep for a computer full of half-crooned,
Rap tunes, going in, trying to blow, like, ka-boom,
Screaming fuck the world, as I slap it with the mushroom,
Cloud, always loudest in the crowd,
Howitzer among the cowards, now, how was this allowed?

IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard,
My grind isn't like your grind,
Life's been movie-like, yup and it's show-time,
Uh, uh, yup and its show-time, uh, curtains up, it is show-time,
IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard.

Cause this ain't a sprint, it's a marathon,
So I'll carry on, til I carry on my carry on,
I plan on having a career that is very long,
And a platinum chain with a pendant that's a pair of bongs,
So put the cameras on me and just let em roll,
Might catch a quick flash of brilliance, call it ghetto gold,
Seen a lotta hardship, resilient, I will never fold,
Searching for fulfillment in the millions I may never hold,
Ain't a rapper co-signing, probably cause I'm broke, grinding,
Plus I never go outside; I'd rather sit home, rhyming,
Coal mining spitting written stones, diamonds,
Sick, I sit alone, suffering this sickness stone silent, uh,
So forever, I endeavor: go hard!
Trying to teach those who taught, who said I'd never go far,
You can weather those odds and you're never wrote off,
Once you truly go hard, you can never go soft.