The Podium by Euroz
[Intro: Euroz]
Uh, this that shit ya'll been waitin' on.
I'm standin' at the the podium.
Ya know, TF2, it's just different
[Verse 1: Euroz]
Look, the mind of a true poet
whoever has the crown knows that I'll soon own it.
I peeped ya new style I'm hopein' you dudes own it.
They hate to display love so only a few show it
I always get respect, only if you show it.
It's all about the truth my nigga and who spoke it.
What's the best if only a few know it?
What's a classic if only a few noticed?
I'm borderline stressin' tyna' give the fans another one.
Know the TF2 will be such an acute moment.
Niggas hatin' cause a handout is what they waitin' on.
And that's the reason these niggas will never make it on.
Youda thought I'd evacuated the hospital
cause my urgency got em' askin where has the patience gone?
Me and your favorite producers vibin' and makin' songs,
beats are like canvases on which I paint greatness on.
One's closest to you “dessert” you soon as the cake is gone.
I'm workin' so hard that even moms get a late response.
Told me through God nothins hard to achieve
but shit don't always work out so keep cards up your sleeve.
The fact that she never made it is what caused me to dream
Moms rapped so the apple wasn't far from the tree.
This may be hard to believe but technically I just started rappin'
The game changed but I'm in love with the part that hasn't.
Mixtapes and albums sound the same but they far from classic
Cats that you think is hot, to me is just target practice.
Man I swear these niggas target practice.
Droppin' music that lacks substance, heart, and passion.
But me, my rhymin' is straight,
your opinion somethin' I don't got time to debate.
And question whether or not if I'm tryin' be Drake.
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