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Yeah, ride with me
Know what I'm sayin'?
Look, check me out

If a picture's worth a thousand words
And the album artwork symbolizes the verses inside of it
So the inner workings of every rhyme
Came from the mind of a writer
And you can ride to it, then turn it up louder
While you're waiting in line at the drive thru
And you're rapping to every lyric and everybody can hear it
I wrote it on my own merit, it's my story I narrate
You don't get it right away, just let it marinate
More blood in every cut on my tape than a rare steak
And like a bandit, you caught me red handed
I'm guilty of stacking verde everyday
That's right, a bum's one thing that Morera ain't
Son of Marilin, I swear it's crazy
Still go for the gusto but nowadays
I only follow the wind if I know where it takes me
Take chances, counted fifty thousand on a stained mattress
I grew up on Slug, Aesop and Sage Frances
Salt Lake City, roof top skateboardin'
On my car door was a praying mantis
Went to buy pizza, the guy behind the counter had a Strange Music medallion
I asked him if he bumped ¡Mayday!, said I knew 'em
He could become a fan if I put my music onto him

When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
When it's meant to happen, it'll happen

Thousand
Late for work again, traffic on the bus route
Stayed up late had a case of the yukmouth
The pen didn't stop I wrote a hundred bars
Sat on the moon to count my lucky stars
I quit many times on this rap shit
But I keep coming back I'm the boom bap kid
Since way back I would blaze trackss
Sraight crack that I bring that'll sting like a face tat
I hate rap, well let me rephrase that
Dealing with snakes in the grass make the game wack
But before we fade black, gotta engrave my name where that empty space at
I'll probably never blow up but so what?
I go ham on the mic when I slice these cold cuts
I'm hip hop from the days of the cold crush
To right now when these rappers are doped up
I'm everything in between, life is a dream
Smile for the cam when you up on the screen
Cuz you worked for the days that you could be seen
Got more to achieve
Not concerned about the payroll earned
I got money to burn, let the world turn
One day it'll happen
But until then gotta keep scrappin', gotta keep rappin'

When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
It'll happen
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Yeah, ride with me
Know what I'm sayin'?
Look, check me out

If a picture's worth a thousand words
And the album artwork symbolizes the verses inside of it
So the inner workings of every rhyme
Came from the mind of a writer
And you can ride to it, then turn it up louder
While you're waiting in line at the drive thru
And you're rapping to every lyric and everybody can hear it
I wrote it on my own merit, it's my story I narrate
You don't get it right away, just let it marinate
More blood in every cut on my tape than a rare steak
And like a bandit, you caught me red handed
I'm guilty of stacking verde everyday
That's right, a bum's one thing that Morera ain't
Son of Marilin, I swear it's crazy
Still go for the gusto but nowadays
I only follow the wind if I know where it takes me
Take chances, counted fifty thousand on a stained mattress
I grew up on Slug, Aesop and Sage Frances
Salt Lake City, roof top skateboardin'
On my car door was a praying mantis
Went to buy pizza, the guy behind the counter had a Strange Music medallion
I asked him if he bumped ¡Mayday!, said I knew 'em
He could become a fan if I put my music onto him

When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
When it's meant to happen, it'll happen

Thousand
Late for work again, traffic on the bus route
Stayed up late had a case of the yukmouth
The pen didn't stop I wrote a hundred bars
Sat on the moon to count my lucky stars
I quit many times on this rap shit
But I keep coming back I'm the boom bap kid
Since way back I would blaze trackss
Sraight crack that I bring that'll sting like a face tat
I hate rap, well let me rephrase that
Dealing with snakes in the grass make the game wack
But before we fade black, gotta engrave my name where that empty space at
I'll probably never blow up but so what?
I go ham on the mic when I slice these cold cuts
I'm hip hop from the days of the cold crush
To right now when these rappers are doped up
I'm everything in between, life is a dream
Smile for the cam when you up on the screen
Cuz you worked for the days that you could be seen
Got more to achieve
Not concerned about the payroll earned
I got money to burn, let the world turn
One day it'll happen
But until then gotta keep scrappin', gotta keep rappin'

When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
When it's meant to happen, it'll happen
It'll happen
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Writer: Arthur Morera, Charles Romero
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