Shoot Low

Believe it or not, I'm starting to break even a lot
 Still making peanuts, but I can fell a skull pop
 I make enough so I can't even be stopped
 And cope a record now and even when we frequent the shop, you see
 Love the ambition, but me dodging conked auditions
 But now I'm sitting trying to figure how to fix 'em, yeah
 Decision, decisions I wished I could fix 'em
 No, quitting's not an option, is impossible, listen
 It's time I grew up, buckled down and blew up
 Started making a living, instead of living off a few bucks
 The ol' reliable, call 'em accuser
 And this is my days, fuck you boy
 I aim high, I shoot low
 Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo
 I got a little problem when the thing got low
 If you ain't got gold then just act like you know
 I aim high, I shoot low
 Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo
 I got a little problem when the thing got low
 If you ain't got gold then just act like you know
 I tried to be a superhero, yeah, much untouchable
 But the farm pop goes under much low, low down
 On the go downs of your favorite dot coms
 We gain none from all the pronouns, fantasy is bygone
 Damn it I ain't mocha, I'm Dan, with the right arm
 My name, man it ain't even that bright up or light
 It's just the truth and the factual, I wanna make you hip
 Musicians we ain't wizards, even Donald takes a shit
 It's not the stars that lives and thrives in a bath
 MC's buy toilet paper, FemC's buy maxi pads
 Plus, 90% of busses ride in as rental bus
 Providing someone else income with more ends than us
 Me and Metty stare at bucks in disgusts
 Disgusting shit about, hard luck and mistrust
 Ya'll, things could be worse, but listen, things is not pretty
 I be turned down by factor, that's why you don't see me on that shitty
 And companies wants works for the funds
 We might have to get some Glocks, and start rapping about guns
 Cause it sells and it smells kinda fishy if you ask me
 Why do underground fans start itching for the flashy shit, damn
 I aim high, I shoot low
 Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo
 I got a little problem when the thing got low
 If you ain't got gold then just act like you know
 I aim high, I shoot low
 Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo
 I got a little problem when the thing got low
 If you ain't got gold then just act like you know
 Man sure would be nice living life on the other side of the fence
 Cause of the other side of the lens is lies, my friends
 Tell your chickens and your hens that is only just pretend
 Kick your rent food and phone bills, there ain't much to spend
 And the strains of the hunger pains I ain't working
 But I, put in dirt like it's my motherfucking name
 Ain't no saint to game, like the supposed producers
 Cause we always rain like most days in Vancouver
 Due to factual circumstance, we strap financially
 No contracts to hand out or crap deals to back me
 Reality is a bitch, and be it as it may
 I beat the drums into submission and defeat the day
 I aim high, I shoot low
 Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo
 I got a little problem when the thing got low
 If you ain't got gold then just act like you know
 I aim high, I shoot low
 Cause as long as I return to my ghetto bingo
 I got a little problem when the thing got low
 If you ain't got gold then just act like you know
 (Get up)
 Get up, get out there, get something
 Get up, stand up, get up
 Get up, get out there, get something
 Get up, stand up, get up
 Get up, get out there, get something
 Get up, stand up, get up
 Get up, get out there, get something