Verse 1:
I remember way back when you shook my hand/
My brother introduced us and he told you I could rap
Can you rap young boy go head rap then/
That is what you said to me, but that was back when/
I started spitting a verse that I wrote the day before/
I'm almost shoked I was afraid you wouldn't like my flow/
You started nodding then you said oh man it was the bomb/
You told me come up to the studio we'll make a song/
But every time I recorded you said I could do better/
You pushed me to the limit, and I though you hated all/
But then I realized you only said that caus you saw/
That I was limitless, and that my flow would kill them all/
After the accident we grew apart for some reason/
But I guess that people change like the 4 seasons/
But I was at the hospital yeah I was there bro/
I'm just glad that you survived, Airgo/
Hook:
I said damn
We got the goals on top and we could not stop Like Damn
I'll do anything for my brothers so sing for my brothers
I said damn
And when ever you need me you can call me I would pick it up Like Damn
Cause I do anything for my brothers so sing for my brothers
Verse 2:
I have another brother he was in the clique to/
You couldn't see how good he was until it hit you/
He had a milli on the tube on just one song/
And everybody was like "man what is going on"/
B.Y.Zed on the muthefuckin top now/
Everybody's pumping you in the cars with the tops down/
And even though you got a deal and got your break through/
We, could never be jealous no we would never hate you/
The man of the city, Sala is the name/
The city we grew up in and you just gave it a face/
You came in to phase when you recorded you songs/
You had your silly way of rapping but you did it from the heart/
You never gave up, even when people started dissin' you/
You just leveled up, laughed and said, this is how we do/
And I'm a proud friend I see you on the TV/
Byz is the dude blowing up, believe me/
Verse 3:
Graffiti writer and the man with the keyboard/
Tommy Thisty wuzup you're the beat lord/
I heard a track that was dope that was made by you/
And I thought wuthefuck can you make mine to/
You're the reason why I started to produce man/
And after that I made beats like a loose canon/
You said I'm dope and I had hit beats /
But it was hard for me to believe that my idol digged me/
We call him TT, we rocking in his crib/
To sit beside of him when he produces that's the shit/
He always had the stuff that just sounded like hits/
But every single track he made man was fuckin' legit/
I aint playing, just saying. He's an inspiration
When Flip-Side had it they tour up the whole nation/
We know you love House, you're good at it, get up/
Go back a couple of years don't loose your love for hip hop/
