Reach Hire

[Chorus]

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

Artist, local rapper and a writer

Tryna build this empire

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

My intent is to inspire

I believe you can be whatever you desire

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

But you gotta reach higher

I said, you gotta reach higher

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

Come on, you gotta reach higher

Grab ahold of your dreams and set the world on fire (Huh)

[Verse 1]

They said I wasn't shit without a record deal

Took it all in, and I let it build

Then I hopped on a plane

Land in Amsterdam, thirty dollars to my name

I'm just giving y'all the game

I made a small fortune way before I had the fame

Saw the world before my 21st birthday

But what I really wanted was respect, in the worst way

They fronted on us in the magazines

Actin' like we didn't even have a scene

The underground was invisible

Until the world went digital

Napster was a blessing in disguise

'Cause it helped us show the world that real rap was still alive

Now my distribution worldwide

And my US fanbase tripled in size

The Beginning Of the End for the major labels, 'cause all they did was spend

Money tryna cover up for lack of talent

Promoting crack and black on black violence

But we refused to stay silent

Started up a movement, making music that was timeless

A small group of true rhymers

They used to ignore us, now they wish they would've signed us

[Chorus]

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

Artist, local rapper and a writer

Tryna build this empire

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

My intent is to inspire

I believe you can be whatever you desire

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

But you gotta reach higher

I said, you gotta reach higher

(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

Come on, you gotta reach higher

Grab ahold of your dreams and set the world on fire

[Verse 2]

My own mother didn't understand

Now she my number one fan

And all the older homies used to front on me

Heh, 'til I started my own company

I was sellin' tapes on the street

Standin' on the corner, had 'em five bucks a piece

While you was out falsifying crack schemes

I was out there and I was serving up rap fiends

Me, Karma, G and IQ

40 Deuce, Big knows Living Legends is the crew

We had to do what we had to do

If I didn't serve then I didn't have food

Eight dudes living in East Oakland

In a warehouse dreamin', hopin'

Smokin', sold a little dope, ehh, nothin' but some weed just to keep the cash flowin'

Controlling our destiny

Blood, sweat and tears over years was the recipe

And that equals longevity

Now I'm Bruce Banner, living life so incredibly

That mean my green on some hoke shit

Y'all niggas think you like me? I'm insulted

I'm nothin' like you dudes

You built your whole career postin' shit on YouTube

[Outro]

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Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on