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