[Intro : A-Reece, IMP THA DON ]
Classic Hip-Hop shit
I'm in this bitch with Kri$h and we do it like this
(In 2016, we were in my garage)
(It's the reeeeeeaaaal)

[Verse 1: IMP THA DON & A-Reece]
Yo, how 'bout a round of applause?
For the most consistent anything they came kicking out these n***as with bars
Independent rock-stars, we just focused on the music
Hence we living on the charts, all these other n***as far
Chopping up the loops and then I knock it out the park
Put a dagger to your heart like a star
Yo, Tell em who you are B
I'm the Don of the West, I been on this quest to perfect my steps
I been watching from the bench and now that I'm the shit they can't stand my stench, don't excuse my french
How 'bout a round of applause?
We been running it hard ?
In 2016 we were in my garage
Even in hard times we were beating the odds
Left the game for a while and everything was just off
You do a song to survive, what I'm doing is art
For as long as I'm alive, I'ma keep it from y'all
You n***as don't deserve it
I go ahead and preserve
I'm the chosen one like Moses, cause I came with the word, yeah
[Verse 2: Kri$h]
Never sold out or never faked it
Once I get a mill my blessings forever raining
On the right path ain't no complaining
Go for all, go hard like you still hunger paining
In the 10th grade I ain't even knew how to rap
My matric year I had already aced it
Me and my real n***as I came with
The game drowning and we gotta save it
Heavy responsibilities lie with us
But under pressure we produce diamonds
Leaders of the new school wait until we all in it
Raw and uncut n***as been authentic
Taking off, period
Do it for the money, the power in our city
Even for the love of the music can't leave it out should have been first of all really
We just set the bar too high and they fall in it