Lyrics

My Revenge

Chorus
They said I wasn't good enough to make it but I'm back.
They said I was broke but now my money's gon' stack.
They said I wasn't this. (This)
They said I wasn't that. (That)
Now they're in my face trying to take it all back.
(It's my revenge)

Verse I
I'm back up in the building.
The landlord and the tenant.
Still standing.
You never imagined this man would win it.
I ain't bitter Mr. Critic.
Just sick of the literature you written...
I'm gon' yell while you whisper.
Keep on venting.
While I'm steady in-venting...
Reading every single sentence.
It's my fuel to get up like a mule and keep kicking.
Slippery slope, get a new grip and it's no sweat.
They tried to tell me no, Jim Carey told me yes.
I'm blessed.
Unless you had seen the struggles and the tests...
Day one until this second...
You don't know about my quest.
All the scholars were wrong.
Couldn't follow my songs.
Now the bandwagon don't have any doubters at all.

Chorus

Verse II
As long as God's by my side...
Walk the path by design.
Not just a coincidence.
It's common sense that got me by.
High time I was recognized for what I do with rhymes.
Other guys telling lies I put truth into mine.
I know it's entertainment.
But my life is innovative.
So I don't got to try to make the story more creative.
A while ago I couldn't find a lady.
But now it's kind of crazy.
'Cause the same ones that played me are chasing.
As if what I was worth is what changed me.
Way back at my birth, April 1st still Saiah was my name see.
Bank account sizes...
That's not what I find rich.
Tell them even broke it's your life that's what's priceless.
Took me for a joke.
Now I laugh 'cause the sides switched.
Thought that I would choke but I mastered the Heimlich.
And through the best and baddest of climates...
I kept the music hot!
Never silenced.

Chorus

Verse III
I'm never dropping the ball.
Sort of like a running back.
All them hungry linebackers can't tackle me dog.
My back's against the wall...
Feeling like it's taller than China's.
Trying to talk Lady Luck into letting us climb up.
I'm gon' find a way to heaven by train or if by a bus...
If they're letting us in then with the quickness I'm signing up.
Lining up, still thinking how can we couldn't find a buck...
In the couch's seat cushion kept pushing till we struck...
...100% gold...
With the innovative flow.
I'm not only the creator, translator and the poet.
I'm the game's antidote 'cause they're sick but they don't know it.
Rock them hurricane but don't blow it.
I won't quit.
Radio and auto tune got me tuned out.
Vocoder's the one notable motive for the sound.
My heart's in the music so they want to shut me down.
But I do this for the underground.
So what now?