K11 - Intro (WannaBe) Lyrics

Everybody going down
The time has come
K11
We the best people on earth
Remember it yeah

I Got ten toes and um standing
16 bar spitting fanatic
Straight from clarksdale
I mean Clarksvegas
I've been gone with the wind like Clark Gable
A lot of people don't like us
Ain't got guts or nuts to come fight us
Beat these beats down like Tyson
It's me back and it's freighting
Yeah GOD is great
Bless me on this Godly day
Drug free and high and
I'm flying without a cape
Without a doubt
These people thinking I'm cotton soft
But um sick wit it trick
Without the cough
Everybody say they run this here
If You ain't writing checks
You are not the boss
And I'm still chasing my dreams
No thug living nor drug dealing
Stay away from them haters
Cause they hate dreamers
And love killing em
Poppa still in that prison
Changed my life the day he went in
1986 on some crazy shit they 86 my Kin
That changed the view in lens
And I started writing raps with a pen
Putting my heart felt with God's help
Now writing rap don't end
I'm justified who testing mine
We just collide like boom
Got that formula like D.O.C.
Now they gots to give me room

Nowadays everybody
Wanna be a rapper
Even they mother wanna shine
She got punch lines
Don't nobody wanna grind
Waiting on lunch time
No practice you'll get benched
When it's game time
Nowadays everybody got their pro tools
Back then I had no tools and four rules
Sleep, eat, write rhymes then go to school
And After school it was back to the rhyme dude

Just in case you didn't know
I'm not crazy as you think
I'm so out of sight
I'm ghost Writing
Got blood on my ink
People talk about me lets talk about it
It's positive I doubt
All while I was counting my blessings
They was trying to count me out
But I never felt no battle
So Your chatter does not matter
Cause they couldn't take my drive
When I was climbing up that latter
I was up up and away
I could not see the look up on they face
They was just running and ducking
Dodging hiding trying to clear the way
Whoop! Whoop!
They say the money is power
Well look at the moneyless cowards
Kelvin mash on this trash
You are lemon sour
Let the blind lead the blind you don't need eyes
You're too illiterate to read in between my lines
The mean time I'm obliged
To do whats right
Your light skin need a tan
Cause you're are not bright
I'm not writing like I'm wrong when I go left
And All I'm calling on is God When I need help

Nowadays everybody
Wanna be a rapper
Even they mother wanna shine
She got punch lines
Don't nobody wanna grind
Waiting on lunch time
No practice you'll get benched
When it's game time
Nowadays everybody got their pro tools
Back then I had no tools and four rules
Sleep, eat, write rhymes then go to school
And After school it was back to the rhyme dude