It goes, wake up, lace up, turn the fade up
Come out the Box swinging, show them how they motivate us
They see it in my face - he will never obey us
Sprint quicker than Jamaica,
Still I'm spittin' this - As-Salaam-Alaikum
Then take a pay cut, pour my soul out on the paper
Get used to peanut butter and get my bread and my weight up
And whether I've been praying to Jesus, Ghandi, or Jacob
Be sure to go to church every Thursday, worship a paystub
But listen in – You can be a King
Get used to imprisonment, or hope to be free
Speedometer broken but no there ain't a quicker speed
At the rate that I'm goin' I might just show up on the scene
Think it's time to load up
Who knew we'd love to spit the nuclear rhymes
So much, I'd take a journey from a studious guy
To blow up; a couple albums, then a movie in time
Then write a book about the groovier times
Back when
You can be a baller, you can be a Queen
You can have it all, or have whatever you need
Can you hang with us
Can you hang with us
Roads still callin', up Rebecca Lane
Hop up in the car, and you'll never feel the same
Can you hang with us
Can you hang with us
I used to sit with Giovanni and listen to Lodi Dodi
In a 250, with bodies all destined for chasin' hotties
Obsessing on misdemeanors but feeling like John Gotti
Passin' Bob Marley, and rapping on Pac and Nas, I'll be
On the same mission, back then as f*ckin Lane Kiffin
Using Trojans to cope with my f*ckin age difference
Using pain, money, and fame in the same sentence
To make a difference, wasn't always a plain vision
So turn the beat up, reminisce a while
Baby you're just gonna have to stay up
If I could give the whole world a sliver what I feel right now
Maybe everybody'd start to wake up
For now it doesn't phase us,
Just make the music that'll come to save us
Might take a minute but I promise we'll be on our way up
From pushing mops behind a bar and flippin' bottles of suds
I bottled this up - now shake it till they want to be us
You can be a baller, you can be a Queen
You can have it all, or have whatever you need
Can you hang with us
Can you hang with us
Roads still callin', up Rebecca Lane
Hop up in the car, and you'll never feel the same
Can you hang with us
Can you hang with us