(Intro) Pregame Speech (feat. Rob Harrow)
Take a seat. Sit down
Did you come out here to win
Are you here to make a fucking name for yourself
To show all these fans who look up to you that anything is possible
If you can do it, it can be done
The struggle, the goddamn struggle that you face every single fucking day
The sacrifice. You never back down. Not never
Fucking show them. Let them know that you belong in the Hall of Fame with the greats
What do they say about you now? Huh
You're too old. Let go
You're not good enough. Be better. Be better. Be tougher
Fuck that
This is for the ones
I want you to blast that shit
This new shit that you've been cooking up
Then they'll see all these fucks sitting in their mom's basement
These keyboard warrior nothings
Fake ass rappers
Talking shit
They'll never amount to fucking anything
Because you ain't them
They don't have it
They ain't willing to put in the work and the fucking sacrifice like you
You're better than them
You see, it all goes back
The tortoise
The hare
They actually have one thing in common, you know
They both take steps
One, small and slow
The other, huge steps
Leaps and fucking bounds
You've been walking, brother
And you know what? It's time to run
So grab that fucking mic and be free
Give them hell
Because it's time for a change of fucking pace
Did you come out here to win
Are you here to make a fucking name for yourself
To show all these fans who look up to you that anything is possible
If you can do it, it can be done
The struggle, the goddamn struggle that you face every single fucking day
The sacrifice. You never back down. Not never
Fucking show them. Let them know that you belong in the Hall of Fame with the greats
What do they say about you now? Huh
You're too old. Let go
You're not good enough. Be better. Be better. Be tougher
Fuck that
This is for the ones
I want you to blast that shit
This new shit that you've been cooking up
Then they'll see all these fucks sitting in their mom's basement
These keyboard warrior nothings
Fake ass rappers
Talking shit
They'll never amount to fucking anything
Because you ain't them
They don't have it
They ain't willing to put in the work and the fucking sacrifice like you
You're better than them
You see, it all goes back
The tortoise
The hare
They actually have one thing in common, you know
They both take steps
One, small and slow
The other, huge steps
Leaps and fucking bounds
You've been walking, brother
And you know what? It's time to run
So grab that fucking mic and be free
Give them hell
Because it's time for a change of fucking pace
Credits
Writer(s): Rob Harrow
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