(Killa K) (hook)
Whats it worth for me, to get on the mic?
Everything that I got, cuz this is my life,
Its been a long grind, so don't stand in my way
Listen close to the beat you might feel what I say,
Whats it worth?
Whats it worth?
Everything that I got!
Everything that I got!
(Killa K)
Its true what they say, theirs strength found through pain,
And I know now patience is a virtue to gain,
So I never rush livin life one day at a time,
Please believe what you hearin me say in my rhymes,
I didn't have a dime, I was broke on the block
could've turned into a junky smoking a rock
Or a stick-up kid, ya know, holdin a glock
Or locked, knocked, or shot by a thug or a crooked cop
Cuz on the block where its hot, you could be in a tight spot,
And die right before the night drop
You never know, when the trouble might pop
So tuck in your chain, don't rock no nice watch!
Flossin too hard, you could pick up hate
Like you tryna "stay in shape" boy, drop that "weight"
More than 4 ounces and you gettin locked up state,
So ask yourself, "is the drama really worth the cake?"
(Killa K) (hook)
Whats it worth for me, to get on the mic?
Everything that I got, cuz this is my life,
Its been a long grind, so don't stand in my way
Listen close to the beat you might feel what I say,
Whats it worth?
Whats it worth?
Everything that I got!
Everything that I got!
