intro

we are the music makers, yeah, when i told 'em i'm grinding, wonder if they believe me, when i was so fucking hungry, had no money to feed me, uh, out in the jungle with the gloves and the beenie, 'cause ain't no time like the winter, man, this shit is still freezing, and no-oh, i used to wish on a feeling, uh, i used to pray that i could live what i'm dreaming, uh, i see you shining, i just wish you could see this, uh, we smoking weed, still getting high to the ceiling, i put my weed down, back in the booth and i put the heat down, bitch i used to fuck with, she callin' me for the beat down, i woke up and this mission was incomplete still, uh, now them haters, they wishing that i don't stay real, why, why?, i know you hating, i seen it in my eyes, i light the weed and the fragrance was so high, i just turn up the speakers and turn that shit up so high, make it do drive-by, so what do you do?, i'm a gangster, no really, what do you do?, i'm a rapper, seriously marcus, what do you do?, i'm a gangster rapper, hahaha