[Verse 1] Growing up, project struck, looking for luck, dreaming, me and Couplets I was cupping up to the ceiling, seen it Jumped in and was looking up to believe it Lived it, went and penned it and left the rest to the speakers Wrote it the way I know it, you heard it, you saw me show it Outlining the obvi and intricating below it Dollar signs in the lobby and finger painting the motive Any side thats beside me is giving way to the notice Dare you to look away from it, counting it is weighing it And the weight of the winners will build em to build a gate for it Protect it or neglect it, skully over the face with it The outcome surrounds them and everything they praying with Dents in the carpet, the honor amongst saving it Picturing tomorrow is prolly gonn make today the end Beat tapes blur out the blue, and all the chase in them Lights out the window, the awakening [Hook] Im feeling like I made it though And if I made it yo Then making it is everywhere that they aint say to go Im making it where all of this is for the taking yo Cause making it is everything that they been waiting fo I show em how to make it through hysteria Make it through hysteria Make it through hysteria Made it through Show em how [Verse 2] Know the sound, know the score well enough to quote it now Used to what they used to, see them pointing the composer out Suitor of the suitors, double breasted, money folded down Rooted where the root is, found an exit they can go around Sped you up to slow you down, fuck the curiosity 1,000 thread count but I was cut from where the bottom be Powder spread round like they was dumping out their lottery Freshened up the linen like embellishing an image See its sorta like the scene where Dukie get out the car And Prezbo is watching a dream die from afar And testers are getting thrown over on Popular Grove And the rest of what you know is where the end of it starts You hear the engine is gone, behind you is what it was Hearing tends to be wrong but reminds you of what it does Hearing it through the walls, oblige and get your run And make sure to rewind it when youre done [Hook] [Poem] Word to the hysteria that we tryna say we made it thru, and word to bringing everyone wit us to say shit I made it too, whatever happens from here on out, I made it when they said I wouldnt make it I made it and I made it true, no hand outs used because none were ever given, I mean I cant say I wouldnt have accepted if a hand was ever risen, but none were so, why consider, when they didnt, they didnt consider my city or my block or my curb or my crib the way I did, and I didnt do any of this just to say I lived, I did it to say Im in, in for whatever it mightve been or it might be, or whatevers likely to push thru, not a hero just a good dude, moms and pops love me like cooked food and the front door was wide enough for me to do more than just look thru, so hey, why not at least take a stare, take it a step further and take it there, I mean really take it there and see what all the fuss is being made about and, admire the ones before us who made it out, getting autographs and picturing all of that as a blueprint for us and wishing for all of that, uh, see when I said I wrote on the back of light bills I really meant that, and whether you did or didnt get that, it is what it is, I mean it is what it is for that dream, and that dream is so vivid it dont even look like one, or so it seems, seems to us that whatever you leave for us is what itll be for us, but fuck that becuz if that dont be enough then what does that mean for us?, confliction and contemplation and addiction and that itching and itching for what you missing and you inching to see what they taking or see what they paying, or see both sides and see why the songs been playing the way its been playing and why it wont stop, couldnt stop it if you tried to, or better yet if you pretended you wasnt listening when really you knew every word in every sentence and every metronome in that rhythm, every hi hat and 808 you was given, the bass you know as well as the mirror you in front of, and well, either do it or dont but either or they cant judge us, so yea I wrote and I wrote because no one else spoke, no judge, no jury, just purely how it goes, and from the go I was who I am, the storys been one in the same just the way that you turn that page may have changed, long time coming since Chris or Shawn or Nasir or Corey or Brad first started to go, figured Id do my part and draw up a path, and let it unfold, unfold like kites with picture requests and, homecoming dates and liquor requests and, shit, I stand tall for all of it if this is whats left, buying bottles last minute cuz see Ill never forget the date but I might forget the request, see my lifes loaded at the moment and theres so many bottles to be bought that, I kinda get lost, but still here, and feeling like I made it though...
hysteria, made, request, suitor, wrote