TMS

[Verse 1] I want you to see the moment You walk in the theater with the lights low If you fear the dark The picture's sorta bright and I appear when the trailer starts This is not the full movie yet but I'm sharing parts Percussion pumps my blood so every drum beat you hear my heart Slow motion as the camera pans A young teen doing hand to hands Fade out to a ball court, other team was man to man I'm in a zone with a master plan Keep watching Cut to older brother Now exposed to hunger Masta Ace says "Shorties sick, let's hope he don't recover." Either basketball or rapping is what he told his mother She said, "I hope y'all make it big. Y'all can support each other." Screen wipe Hit the college scene, lotta dreams Lotta mean bodies, those women tried to get on my team They came over in costumes, no Halloween So I ain't trick or treating, I beat 'em just to lift my esteem Montage of the 20's Not having money but going hard with the rapping My fam, looked at me funny The dark clouds are starting to move, it's getting sunny My words are looking better the music is sounding ugly Zoom out We all bopping in an office There's a mixtape The Source came across it Insert: Unsigned Hype You see the sun shine bright Then you envision this one grind life? Shutter speed switch The graduation cap goes up and comes down I'm on the stage with crazy people showing love Roc-A-Fella intern, used to stand outside the club With fliers of Jay-Z now radio plays me Cross fade, record deal signing I'm up in the stu' I'm in the hood, I'm at the parties, drinking liquor rocking jewels I'm watching haters, "Yo you made it!" "Word, my burner made it too." I'm doing shows I'm getting doe so look at me and look at you Cut So many tribulations and trials Met girl, lost girl, pops and grandmother died Flash obituary pictures, let that feeling subside Now pick 'em right back up...I'm alive Zoom in There's so many stories y'all experience Some are hilarious, others serious And so many rap guys, you delirious When you make decision to hear them spit But see with me... It's a visual journey that's so relate able That "Who's better?" is hardly debatable This ain't even rate able And that ain't a word but you see a few credit roll I think you deserve us Directed by Focus... it's not gospel but it gives you that church rush When the choir goes in and your nerves touch Pan right So you can see what's in store Each time my hand writes you get a clear view if you have sight Stimuli