[Verse 1: Mitchie Bangs]

I’ll drop a hundred mixtapes if that what it takes
To make these motherfuckers listen and learn from mistakes
I’m filling this notebook up with words they’ve never heard
Its so absurd, how everybody’s vision is so blurred
Cuz we’re sitting here like “ain't we cold?”
But what are you gonna do with a kid who’s listened to Eminem since he was 8 years old
Riding in the back of the civic listening to “When I’m Gone”
Thinking to myself, one day I’ll make a better song
But it was six years later when I picked up a pen
Writing little schoolyard raps to show my friends, they couldn’t comprehend
But now I picked it up, bought a mic and lived it up
You’re fucking crazy if you think I’d give it up
That’s why every day I’m writing, and working
I swear I’m on the come up, mitchie bangs is the one lurking
So every day I rise is another chance to shine
Nah, every day I rise is another chance to rhyme

[Chorus: Mitchie Bangs]
But I get no holiday
I’m always on the grind, giving 100%; I swear it happens all the time
But where’s my holiday?
These other rappers are way off, the realest in the game don’t complain, we get no day off
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[Verse 2: Hunna]
Working like a slave to the business of making music
It’s cool when it comes together on beats and tracks
That I ruin, I’m a student of the game
But I’ve taught em all how to do it
And proven that I might be insane
Because there is like no quit in me
I’ll finish shit that I start
Every track is like a fireplace; I’m providing the spark
Every line like a dart, at the end or the start
I’ll be damned if I’m not the only man
With his heart on his sleeve
Me and Mitchie mixing many mechanisms
Of music, my melodies make muses of many a foolish dame
I’m moving frames from the pictures of the greats
So the lens gets focused on me, but ain't no free time
Only time to heave lines, onto a track and watch the beat die
We find no time besides killing these lines
Ain't no better way
And in the game the greats don’t take no holidays

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mitchie Bangs]
Labels labels, they just some fables cuz they ain't able to make it happen
They’re unstable, got me feeling like Abel when I’m rapping
And now I’m enabled to take some action, turn the tables
They’ve done some things to keep mustangs in the stable
I’m just trying to run free, follow my own path
I’d like some recognition cuz I’m sick of kissing my own ass
If fame only accepted five, I’d be the sixth man
I represent the millions of rappers trapped in this quicksand
Cuz we still in this, man when did hip hop just become a business
It’s all about the money fame and trying to get your digits up
Feel like I should just drop mixtapes forever when I do this
That way no one would ever have to pay for my music
Its all about the dollar signs, new clothes are nice
But what’s the point when it takes your soul like a poltergeist
Among these other traits, integrity’s a lonely one
I’m in it for the music and I feel like I’m the only one
[Chorus]