Tomorrow - AHS

We don’t beg, don’t borrow, don’t cry

Even if we don’t know, we still going to try

Got to stay fly, both hands high up in the sky

Living for a dream that won’t die

I need my tomorrow right now

Looking at my past like «Wow»

I don’t know how, but I know some how I made it through

It’s all for you, it’s really all for you (Look, look)

I spend a lot of time looking for the future

Waiting for my shot like a booster

Letter to my Mama, «Mama, I don’t want to be a loser»

They said a beggar couldn’t be a chooser

Rappers get chewed up, I don’t really worry about them

They say aHs is dope, «Yeah you heard about him?

He’s dope»

«Dope?»

«Yeah homey, he’s fresh man,» flow ice cold like an X-Man

Ill is my profession, a lot of rappers really don’t impress though

Until I pop up like «Presto!», Probably the best flow

That’s why I’m taking over the West coast

And headed to the East through Pittsburgh, so let’s go

Plus I got Rip City behind me, no need to remind me

That’s where you can find me, with a slingshot waiting for these Philistines

Really I’m just trying to get a head like a guillotine

I stay attacking the game

Because a lot of rappers out are really actually lame

And I used to have an Omega attached to my name

But now it’s only three letters for you bastards to blame and that’s aHs

Sometimes I grab the mic too swiftly, and say things people don’t like

A few hippies tried to tell me that my flow too trippy

But I can’t keep holding my tongue, it’s too slippery

Uh, so I guess I’ll let it flow then

King of this thing, You Thor then I’m Odin

Careful with the words I write, if I showed them

It would turn their hair white like Moses, focus

«Oh no, he flows so atrocious, every single word he speaks sound ferocious»

«Do he talk about all the guns, drugs, and porches»

«No, he’s just trying to get this thing in motion»

Yeah, peace to Adam Sadek and Mike Weigel

I’m king of the mic, no one is taking my mic title

Down to take a life if taking a life is vital

My lyrics everywhere in the hood just like bibles

And to my rivals, no survival, I spit flows pyro'

Fly like Spyro, still flow two-hundred degrees below cryostasis

When I go West like Fievel

Yeah, it’s an American Tale

Republicans and Democrats giving Americans hell

Truth is that the system of America failed

That’s why we borrow from the Fed to build federal jails

Be careful of the media, the thing they do the best

Is make you love the oppressor and make you hate the oppressed

And they don’t care about your money, they want your soul

Black and yellow, black and yellow, oil and gold