Sha Stimuli, Peter Hartmann - Hang On lyrics

When I was 5 years old
I realized there was a road
At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
I turned 6, learned quick, but I lost control
Around 7, the devil tried to bottle my soul
Then at 8 or 9, I saw I had a crazy mind
Turned 10
Wrote my 1st lazy rhyme with no pen
Figured out I wasn't like them other
Kids when I was young
Teacher asked me what I want to
Be when I hit 21
I said "I wanna see 21, start my own business
Stack funds
Live life until my living is done"
My teacher was stunned
I told her most people let 'nine to fives'
Define they lives look in my
Eyes I'm not the one
See I went from fragrances of pissy floors
To when you sniff me
You could smell the Christian Dior
I went from breakin' in
My neighbors' Honda Accords
To breakin' records
Laughin' at the loot I made before
Right now
All I gotta do is smile at the opposite sex
Til I'm coppin' they checks and I hop in
They Lex and go shoppin' and next
I'm massagin' they neck and
I'm slobbin' they breast
And menage and molest they be like "yo Sha
You the best" but that's the worst
Cause all I need is a homegirl
Friend, lover, but I'm off in my own world
Learned from my brother
I remember it was just him, granny
Mom and me
Now this year I'm a Grammy nominee
Looking back I
Wasn't getting love from the DJs
Had to sell verses on Ebay
The industry thought that I was
Tryin' to be Jay
My family told me get a job at BJ's
Hell nah 'cause I knew that I could spit ill
I'm in a race against time and it gets real
See this path I'm on
It's like a track I'm on
I'm runnin' in a marathon
Trying to pay my sprint bill
My father instilled something when he left
'Cause you stop livin' fast when
You witness slow death it's sunny outside
So how come my homeboy's soon to be
Bride keeps telling me she's wet?
That shit got me vex
Now she sending him a text
Sayin "I', a get some rest, "
While she kissing on my chest, damn
I wanna push her on the mattress
Start grinding like I'm Pusha T
And Malice but I can't
Victorious told me since I'm a
Rapper it just happens
I'm the shit and the shit, it hit's the fan
There's so much power and passion
In my verses
That my words may be louder than actions
I am not no bitter spitter, killer
Killer dealing weight
And writing it on Twitter, I'm really realer
I deliver shit to give you shivers
The internet got these beginners in
The game and winnin'
Hip-hop is finished, and I gotta wonder
Why these dudes are playing dudes
Disguised as other dudes?
They Robert Downey in Tropic Thunder
People tell me I'm about to blow
Every time I leave the stage
When we rock a show
I'm thinking I need a kid
They saying I need a hit
What's a hit song without the doe?
A donation without the doe is
A nation that's 3rd world
I'm Super Mario in the 3rd world
Trying to get to 8-4, I left world 2
I should do a Joe Budden and
Film my girl too but
I would rather save the princess
Dumb motherfucker nickname me incest
I wanna live forever but it's not about fame
I believe in prayers but I gotta get paid
Even Creflo got a dollar in his name
If I wasn't me, I'd be afraid
Y'all know I drink cause I think
Too much when I'm sober
Bettin' on myself these days
I'm a high roller
So nice, so mean, feelin' bipolar
Y'all listen backwards so I talk like Yoda
So hot, album is many records, Sha sold
Punchlines, deep shit, metaphors, wild flows
He has, spaz he does with eyes closed
Enjoy you will, to keep, my soul

Hang on to the world as it spins around
Just don't let the spin get you down
Things are moving fast
Hold on tight and you will last