Light It Up [c. 2010]

[Hook] [Verse: College Smart] I wake up in the morning and take a pill to keep me normal And dressing up for work is like I’m dressing for a formal White shirt, black tie, black pants, shoes tied Blue collar feeling got me wondering like who am I? I’m frontin’ cause them others dudes is schooled up And I don’t have the time or the funds to pay my dues up Rude sluts offended because they ain’t getting wooed up Y'all wanna be the snakes on my head like Medusa Stuck on it, way beyond the moment y’all are written off And you can stay however long cause I’m the one that’s getting off And I ain’t getting soft, hard on my critics Think I’m giving up this shit because I’m gone for a minute, nah... Who the fuck are you, bitch? Talking foolish Get hip to this brand new school shit Look around, I’m the only one who’s doing it So I don’t need to hear about the people who you cool with If you were in my league, I guess I must’ve missed it And barking up my tree will only get you e-Vick-ted I just hear the same rhymes re-gifted And at this present time, I been rapping like St. Nicklaus Never settle, never selling out; this ain’t Christmas So don’t forget to put that College Smart on your wish list [Hook] [Verse: College Smart] I got a new job; I was running out of me time My girl was tripping out ‘cause I ain’t made a lot of we time Ain’t wanna do shit the few days that I had free time And figured I could make some more money in the mean time Before I blow up, my buzz is fading out slow Worried that my flow is out of style like some Southpoles Drunk for my shows, looking like a Dizzie Rascal I’m on stage, forgetting all my lyrics like an asshole Second week at work, crash my car into a lawn truck But kept my head pointed up like a lawn gnome Stuck after work, stressed, trying find a ride home And asking for a ride felt like asking for a car loan I must not get enough credit All I’ve done for my peers, why the hell I feel indebted? Body language written like a book and yeah, I read it ‘Member that when y’all need something, maybe I’ll forget it Think somebody having sales on that hater-ade ‘Cause dudes are beating to they own drum like some 808’s If they only knew how hard I work to keep the pain away And all I really care about is how I’m gon’ get paid today I just hop up in my spaceship and fade away I know I got problems, so fuck what all the haters say [Hook]