Intro: Freya Santiago
Hope you bang this when you play this
Ain’t nothin’ givin’ gotta take it
And they said I’d never make it
Dreams I stay chasin’
Forget what they sayin’ later have a celebration

Talkbox (w/ Natalie Soto & Freya Santiago vocals):
Let’s have a celebration

Have a celebration (x2)
Have a celebration, baby

Verse 1: Thetic
No one’s gonna want me now
But yet, when I get that shit everyone’s gonna come around
You feel me?
Check it

When I kick a rhyme, all I see are colors
Fusion in the music now the inspiration doubles
And my flow is always subtle then your ego starts to crumble
Scared, shaken knowin’ damn well you in trouble
People say they real when in reality straight lyin’
Schoolin’ all you fool’s
Easy points, never fumble
Enough with the crooked vision here is your alignment
At the bottom of Mt. Everest yet I’m still climbin’
I always stay thrivin’ from the lyrics I am writin’
Fuck a bougie bitch spitin’ live your life be you
Spiritual enlightenment
Where is your horizon?
See a buster size em, fight em, or mind your P’s and Q’s
When due show respect kid
Don't sit around thinkin’ that its expected
Get up off your ass
With your homies stay selective, similar perspectives
That’ what you all need when chasin’ that money
Do not be stingy, simply feed your people
Keep good, never evil
Dare to go your limits, like the man Knievel
Never be feeble, always strong and humble
Obstacles along the way make sure to not stumble
Stay up on your grind
Follow up all your duties, smoke somethin’ clear your mind
Business with friendships never intertwine
Unwind, on the beach feel the sand
Kickin’ back with a pack feelin’ like the man doin’ anything he can
Cannot withstand these dumb stupid bitches
Hit my boy Martín, now it’s time we hit the switches
We dippin’ in the street, with a sub in the back
Rollin’ up a tree, now it’s time to relax
Watch my enemies collapse

Chorus: Caribe “Momma” Webb
As day fades to night and light dims the sky
I see my life in front of my eyes
Keep my dreams in the back of my mind
Imma hustle till I die

Verse 2: Peace Manuel
Coolin’ out smoothly walkin’ in the day time
Jesus piece tucked while my shades shine
In the streets, full of meth heads and hate crimes
Got me depressed, stressed, and lost at the same time
Rollin’ the best ses while rappin’ alone
Don't be in your adolescence while packin’ the chrome
You got a life to live so never rush to be grown
And if a sucka talkin’ shit then put a pussy on prone
Flip the script
While I’m scoopin’ up proof, the studio booth is what I’m creep in
While schoolin’ the youth, I show them to be men of reason
Not to swoop in a coupe and shoot, but to make peace and unity
To find the power even within you and me
Don't be another statistic, go and pursue your dreams
Unique, not relative, block out the negative things
Cause too many brothas addicted to the medicine that I choose to live better than send out positive energy
Remembering as a kid people hating on me cause I stayed legit, saved a grip with kicks that suede on my feet
I took precaution
And I learned that knowledge is power
And It I lost it I knew I’d be another dumb coward
I acted sour towards them hoes, and the foes tryin’ to start shit
An average joe except my third eye shun like a martins’
Man they really thought that I had gone insane
Talk your shit while I stay on my lane

Chorus: Caribe “Momma”
As day fades to night and light dims the sky
I see my life in front of my eyes
Keep my dreams in the back of my mind
Imma hustle till I die

Verse 3: Thetic
As I’m hunched over writin’, pen in my hand glidin’
Let you inside of mind time to get, excitin’
As a writer I am subtle now please tell me your rebuttal
All I hear are mumbles when you hop on that track
Need to build your skills son, you whickity-whick-whack
And a nick-knack
I gave your chick the bone
Keys to kingdom, now I own
Never givin’ loans fuck outchea with your front
Look atcha in your face as I blow out the blunt
Forever your bunt, I always get homeruns
One step ahead you be bad with situations
Man your station, please play your position
Listen to your owner
“Bitch stay sittin!”
That was very smitten but you soft and playful as a kitten
Please pay attention to the really tricky flows
A true emcee requires skill, I demand some be shown
Minds should be blown
But what do I know?
Say hello, to a little white boy that grown with visions, of unity
One day change the world I believe in that truly, mountains I will be moving
Throwing earth of its axis
Sayin’ fuck the system and their highly-raised taxes, on money I earned
Blood, sweat, and tears
Won’t ever drop the mic
Not in a zillion years
That is givin’ up on my peers who look upon me
This one’s for the kids, never losin’ dreams, they remain asleep
Peace

Chorus: Caribe “Momma”
As day fades to night and light dims the sky
I see my life in front of my eyes
Keep my dreams in the back of my mind
Imma hustle till I die