PNT WorldWyde - Showtime lyrics

IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard My grind isn't like your grind Life's been movie-like, yup and it's show-time Uh, uh, yup and its show-time, uh, curtains up, it is show-time IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard Relentless, fame is a temptress Same with the game, but the grain, went against it Cause to be the same as these lames would be senseless Insane or a shame or just plain old pretentious Plus I ain't rich, won't say no pretend sh** I say what I think what I say is intended What'd I say? Won't spray; then amend it I'm sorry in advance, cause you may get offended I grind like teeth do, shine like nine lights Problem is, the world's full of birds, rats and blind mice Curtains up, show-time this is my life Lemme introduce the main cast, me and my mic Hindsight, words and thoughts, curbs I chop on Or slang or whatever slang serves your block, I'm Always going hard, much harder than the rest Til they put me in the ground, I can sleep in after d**h (Hook) I ain't slowing down or stopping, ever So tight, gotta be among the tops with talk or better Toxic talker, just a pauper trying to be the prince Proper, get my license to print paper and penny pinch Cause pistol popping is a piss poor option And I'm sick of robbin', more than Batman and this isn't Gotham Um, I'm, I'm, I'm a problem, yes indeed You speak my name in jest; you know what the gesture'll be No joke, get it straight, no jester in he Who is I, who's always smiling like the Cheshire is me Half-coon, always sporting dark circles like a raccoon Gave up sleep for a computer full of half-crooned Rap tunes, going in, trying to blow, like, ka-boom Screaming f** the world, as I slap it with the mushroom Cloud, always loudest in the crowd Howitzer among the cowards, now, how was this allowed? IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard My grind isn't like your grind Life's been movie-like, yup and it's show-time Uh, uh, yup and its show-time, uh, curtains up, it is show-time IIIIIIIIIIIIII; will keep on going hard Cause this ain't a sprint, it's a marathon So I'll carry on, til I carry on my carry on I plan on having a career that is very long And a platinum chain with a pendant that's a pair of bongs So put the cameras on me and just let em roll Might catch a quick flash of brilliance, call it ghetto gold Seen a lotta hardship, resilient, I will never fold Searching for fulfillment in the millions I may never hold Ain't a rapper co-signing, probably cause I'm broke, grinding Plus I never go outside; I'd rather sit home, rhyming Coal mining spitting written stones, diamonds Sick, I sit alone, suffering this sickness stone silent, uh So forever, I endeavor: go hard! Trying to teach those who taught, who said I'd never go far You can weather those odds and you're never wrote off Once you truly go hard, you can never go soft