[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na
Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh, no no no
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah uhh, uhh
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that nobody else can be held accountable
But you for your career, not your manager, face it
Even he can fuck up a relationship
I learned it don't matter who's spittin better
While these rappers kill each other, them Jews they stick together
Like glue; and generate more money than FUBU
For somethin made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishin he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is somebody who's actually kind
To everybody, and try to see every autograph is signed
The humblest way to look at your career
Is every nigga in here is one hit away
Yeah, whatever goes around in rap
Happens to not come back to me, and I ask you
[Chorus: Royce] (Ingrid Smalls)
(If I was to die today
Wouuuuuld you pick me up because I'm down and out, na na na)
"T" represents the 'time' when my hope, fades
"O" is just a sign 'on' my mind on my broke, days
(Hoooooooooooh-oooooooooh-ooooooooh)
"D" is for the 'dangerous' way that the flow, stray
"A" represents the, 'answer' to the question I'm askin (no no no)
"Y" is it today I should (DIE!)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Damn, right after one quick summer
Am I Young MC or a one-hit wonder?
Is it a following that supports me
BET, MTV, or "E! True Hollywood Story"?
Can I hold my own
And rap without havin to go back to Pharrell or Poke