Credits

Verse 1: Simply put, when it comes to music I knew this was in my nature to do this God given talent's uncommon unlike two wrists Becoming a sight to see and never live a tourist Cause like a nudist, I bare it all in these lines Ironic, they tell me I rap off my behind Just a Top cat, though I'm not a street feline Or an aristocat wanting to be signed I'm just me, but thankful for the gift Wrapping projects together that you don't have to sift through Cause every line hits you, gets you, uplifts you And the Man above lets me do it with a number two pencil Wow! You really blessed the child Cause it's wild that the style can make life worthwhile So whether they need escape or words for the day to day I can truly thank You fro the phrases to say And that's real... And that's real... Chorus: Now I... Know in my soul where all the credit goes Not I... But the people precious in my eyes And I can live a life of rhyme Because of those who help support my role So let the credits roll So let the credits roll Verse 2: To my family that can be considered backbone Even those whose favorite songs are never the rap songs You're still the vertebrae cause back when no one heard of me You told your friends to check me out like it was common courtesy My father taught me the tricks of the trade My step mom saw the work ethic of a slave Mama applauded when I got on the stage Even grandma a fan on Facebook; click on the page And now the family outside the DNA My fellow brothers repping the middle of USA RIP pushing to come a long way Gully and Lyric telling me to keep spitting flames And Brail, well...that's a sibling rivalry Making me feel like I'm sitting idle while he's grinding. Sheesh! But they still treat like I'm part of the team Although the Abstract King ain't official in the regime And that's real... But who knows if I will cause they sharpen my skill and Chorus Verse 3: And finally, I got to thank Pyromaniacs Not only the ones around me, but anyone who wants to play it back Wreelistik raising my freestyle statistics And Morris Cody saying that I spit sick Even those I've inspired continue to spark my fire So shout to Lil' Pee Wee and for ya'll I'll never retire Even online commentators get me to push it further Like a Versa out of gas cause every verse I tend to murder And lately, people saying hey, D Why don't you try your hardest to be in the mainstream I mean, bro...your talent is crazy I bet you'd be the alpha; you got it from A Z Well, maybe you're right. I'm mad nice And I know I like to write And I get better just to make ya'll proud And since you got me here now, time to build up the crowd And when the whole globe's playing me loud I know the very ones who pushed me to be world renowned Chorus x2