[Verse 1:]
Success from the bottom up
This life is like a shot of Henny, bottoms up
Times up, out of sand, where's the oceans
I'm on cloud 9 for the moment, excuse the floating
Damn, the spotlight is on me
I'm feelin like 'Pac, all eyes on me
Even Ray is looking down from Heaven
I'm feeling lucky as a Arab, my number is 7/11
Remove that 7 with a 9, cause I'm about to blow up
Like Cole, this too deep for the intro, so I get up
Turn off the lights please, the sight is frightening
I gotta perform with my eyes closed, sightseeing
Ahh, good enough is not enough to be good
I'm from the burbs, competing, with n***as from the hood
Competing for my life, I swear I'm telling you
Like Tyga, don't ask me shit, unless it's in an interview, n***a

[Verse 2:]
They screaming like, "Oh my God its You."
You being me, just don't forget the C
Time is money, so we ain't got time to waste
But fuck the money, man, I just want the first place
Second and third as well, yeah I know it's kind of selfish
But fuck them all, hoes and virgins, leaving someone out is worthless
But I am worth the wait, back to the timeline
The Prince of Persia, bring it back, like I'm primetime
And this Apollo in the Chi-Town
The choir and congregation should throw their hands towards the crown
I'm a M.C., that means I move the crowd
Like a Jedi, bitch, with the force now
The science fictionist of rap
I'm Freddy Krugger, cause them dreams, can turn into a long ass nap
And I ain't got time to rest, I can sleep when I'm dead
Success from the bottom up, bitch you heard what I said