[Sample: Love Committee]
Cheaters never win

[Intro: Khary]
Yeah
Hey
S‘all way, s‘all way, s‘all way
Knowing I‘ma have my day, and the people say
Yeah
Uh
Yes, sir
I been thinking
I been working hard
Thinking, I been working
Oh baby
All day
Yeah

[Verse 1: Khary]
There I was, front desk at The FADER
Did it on my own, I ain‘t ask for a favor
Shitty rappers had meetings, I would buzz 'em in for the magazine
But I ain‘t feel they deserve the paper
Took two years to even tell them that I rap
By the third year, I already know I got the tracks
Now I‘m Kanye in ‘07, my own graduation
And you can‘t tell me nothing, right?
Do you know what that feels like?
Industry parties in the night, bunch of people I don‘t like
Where they name drop just to get in V.I.P
And complain about the shit that they got in for free
You can suck my D-I-C-K
Got hits like the ex-wife of Enrique
Tracks get bodied like Beyoncé on her b-day
I‘m the future, you can call it Deja Vu when you see me
[Hook: Khary]
Yeah
Tried to tell ‘em man
S‘all way, s‘all way, s‘all way
Knowing I‘ma have my day and the people say
Yeah
Uh
S‘all way, s‘all way, s‘all way
Knowing I‘ma have my day and the people say

[Verse 2: Khary]
A lot of rappers blowing up quick, like fireworks in the dark
Just to get dropped, like babies that don‘t grow up too smart
That was pure banter, I fear no man the way that I fear cancer
‘Cause you can‘t cheat that shit
N***as bite style like I fell in Lake Placid
But even if I made you me, you would have never have lasted
Turned twenty-one and moved to New York in the same month
I was feeling small, like the city I came from
Now I feel- Big Willie Style
Patience is a virtue I ain‘t figure out
The ones that ain‘t want to drive with you in the rain'll
Be the same ones mad you took a different route
Gotta get it out, I been pissed off
N***as say they down to go to Mars with you, but they always absent at the lift off
Fronting ass bitches make my dick soft
A lot of kissing ass, you should probably clean your lips off
Mike, keep it going, loop the beat, I finally got a moment
To show ‘em who really Jesse Owens, no opponents
N***as want my blueprint, measure out the angles
But I promise you, you will still be missing some components
I got the glow, tell 'em to go, why they always on it?
Captain and Coke, something to smoke, cure my disappointment
Haters got it backwards, so I guess they double-jointed
Any fuck boy meeting, I‘ll be late for the appointment
Uh, switch gears like a stick shift
Bitches clocking in at 2:00 a.m. for the dick shift
Love a dirty chick who like to clean all the dishes
I still give her inches, though, I hate that she pretentious
Gotta take the waves as they come, the days as they run
Going off, like a slave with a gun, I‘m aiming for fun
People fake, they don‘t miss the real till it‘s gone
When they find out Lance's arm wasn‘t that strong