This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see is a sky full of lighters
sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards [bad word] my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get [bad word] like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even [bad word] feels me, till’ it kills me
I swear to god I’ll be the [bad word] illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave’s using no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a [bad word] prick but you [bad word] are slick
Poppin [bad word] on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o [bad word] Who you [bad word] try to kid, flipped [bad word]  you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause [bad word] backwards is still [bad word] you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing, brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’,
Woke up from that buzz, now you wonder why he does it,
How he does it, wasn’t cause he had buzzards
Circle around his head, waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them [bad word] wrote him off
Little hussy [bad word]  cause f-ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this aint some [bad word]  people don’t [bad word] back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel like I’m 6’8″
 [bad word] 

[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it’s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when I’m at the very top
You [bad word] on me on your way up, it’s ’bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up [bad word] down
You going down on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now, life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the [bad word] Now I’m just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed, I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up to getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I’m [bad word] to a weed high
And y’all niggas just gossipin’ like [bad word] on a radio and TV
See me, we fly, y’all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal with that
Now [bad word] can show his [bad word]  without the MTV awards gag

You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we’re alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine