The Podium

[Intro: Euroz] Uh, this that shit y’all been watin’ on I’m standin’ at the podium You know. TF2 It’s just different [Verse 1: Euroz] Look. The mind of a true poet Whoever has the crown knows that I’ll soon own it I peeped your new style, im hopin’ you dudes own it They hate to display love, so only a few show it I always give respect, only if you show it It’s all about the truth my nigga and who spoke it What’s the best if only a few know it? What’s a classic if only a few noticed? I’m boarder line stressin' tryna give the fans another one Know that TF2 will be such an acute moment Niggas hatin’ cause a handout is what they waitin’ on And that’s the reason these niggas will never make it uh You would’ve that that I evacuated the hospital Cause my urgency has ‘em askin’ where has the patience gone Me and your favorite producer vibin’ and making songs Beats are like canvas’ in which I paint greatness on The ones closest to you desert you soon as the cake is gone I’m working so hard that even moms get a late response Told me through God, nothing’s hard to achieve But shit don’t always work out so keep cards up your sleeve The fact that she never made it is what caused me to dream Moms rapped so the apple wasn’t far from the tree This may be hard to believe but technically I just started rappin’ The game changed but I’m in love with the part that hasn’t Mixtapes and albums sound the same but they far from classic Cats that you think is hot, to me it’s just target practice Man I swear these niggas target practice Droppin’ music that lack substance, heart, and passion But me? My rhymin’ is straight Your opinion’s somethin’ I don’t got time to debate They question whether or not if I’m tryna be Drake Yet overlook the classic shit that I strive to create Did it occur that I’m just grindin’ and tryna be great? And timeless music’s really what I aspire to make Huh? I’m here to stay. I’m not at all leavin’ Haters clickin’ on my songs for the wrong reasons We’re single handedly bodyin’ shit in 2012 And got a lot more in store, it’s bout to be a long season You wack cats is in trouble nigga This year I’m lookin’ to average a triple double nigga My team killin’, think it’s time you called a huddle nigga Feel good to ball especially when you come from struggle nigga And you could have all the talent on this Earth Your work determines your worth, so it ain’t shit if you don’t hustle nigga Real thoughts, I never hold mines back Fans addicted to my shit, these is coke line raps I know these labels want they cosigns back Cause the niggas they signin’ can’t fuck with my ’09 tracks It’s cool. It’s a matter of time You could make it to the top with no ladder to climb Unbreakable dreams, ain’t no shatterin’ mine And if the deal ain’t in my favor I’d rather decline Nothing was ever given it was all earned Nigga success is what we all yearn Was on the right track but took the wrong turn Lookin’ for a shortcut instead of thinking long term From our failures, important lessons we've all learned These wack niggas had they chance now it’s our turn And I’m aware that I’ll be greeted with a lot of hate But to hell with them, like Cam Newton they could all burn Burn in hell niggas What you know bout getting’ booked with no bail nigga? At 18, 4 years with in a cell nigga Left for dead no one thought that you’d prevail nigga Here I stand But here I stand The Foundation 2