I started out as a loser

Rubbing my AA's so I could use em

Music was helping me deal with the fear

With my eyes on the ground and my hands on my ears

Beats I create em and kill em

Praying that Mantis will Prey on the villains

Gargantuan flow back to step on your toe

Got you feeling and artist that nobody knows

But you gone know me now tho

Growing up poor boo hoo I don't mind that

Fought through the pain in my head got my mind back

Think I'm crying bout it? Nah, look at what I have now

Star quarterback of 2010's pumping gas now

I'm up on another level

On the upswing even though I'm digging with the shovel

Digging all the graves throwing all the beats I made down

Mama always said I brought you in the world and I can see your way out

Get up on your own two

Don't ever let em tell you what you gone do

Keep your eyes on the prize like you're supposed to

Pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own

You lay in bed and you think

Yourself in a circle you're starting to sink

Dealing with words that all come from the people

Keep hearing no seeing no speaking no evil

Dreams they come and they go

Keep rapping until they be knowing the flow

Hunched in the corner, white jacket, the coroner keeps tapping my shoulder, got nowhere to go

Line out the door tryna get inside the more I let em in the less space I have to sit and cry more

About the pain and the struggle but I'm empty in the eyes

Get the fuck up out my head if you're talking bout lies

Put the rope around my neck and try to cut ties

Feet have been above your head since all of them wide eyed

20 mill watched the talent on TV in prime time

But I'm passed that, never not been a class act

I'ma snap back to the old Dylan with the backpack

Try to hold me down but a man is abstract

Hell on wheels homie you can call me Amtrak

I mistake applause for somebody tryna clap back

I don't even know what I just said

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own

I fell asleep at the wheel

Ended up almost becoming a meal

But the drive and the passion kept me going, smashing up ceilings above me right under their heels

I got the scars to remind

Anyone who thinks I'm not out my mind your own business don't tell me how I should do mine

My employees are Vorhees, the Devil, and rhyme

I don't got time to be paying no mind to the kind of abuse going on in my mind

I just make time for the rhythm and rhyme give em back what they've given me time after time

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own you

Get up on your own two don't ever let em tell you what you gone do (All day)

Get up on your own two pick your head up never let up own your fear don't let it own