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[Verse] To rock the mic, you know it gotta take skills If you're lucky, it'll pay your bills Your mom and your family, too When you make that dough, you the man to be sued Don't move too fast or do something rash Baller Alert'll have the booty on blast And number one, grip your mic, never let it fall Even when you're done, stand ten feet tall Let 'em know you wouldn't, but you could brawl When in doubt, you hit 'em with a "Yes, yes, y'all" Number two, gotta look 'em dead in the eye Whatever you do, you can't play shy The stage is a jungle and don't ask why One thing's for sure: you never perform high It could all go wrong and shots ring out And the crowd goes wild, but not even your clout Can shield you from the bullet moving thousands of miles And your mama saying bye to her only child Number three, gotta have swag on swag And a bulky dude that's gon' hold your bag And if a nut jumps bad, they gon' hold 'em back Grab your things, flee the scene before our head gets cracked Gotta let 'em know what you is and what you ain't You the one to get the ball in the paint Here's four, poking your manager's off limits You did it, uh, now please, just forget it Somebody gon' end up catching feelings Backstage, there gon' be some tea spilling Number five, top billin', how do I get to the top? Tell 'em what's hot, yeah, can't be blocked Now, don't move too fast and set your whole life back All that violence, you better ice that It's all in how you come at it when you hit the scene Hip-hop addicts know the meaning of the dream Spend they adolescence for a pocket full of cream Got a loud second-string claimin' that they your team The goal: always stay focused on your mission Listen, people will let you know their position Put 'em on the payroll, they want you to thrive Now go share this with your homies, one through five [Outro] Lyte Ah Get no better, baby Spread that rhyme Yeah My Block, SGI You ain't know? Hahaha, pick it up