Beginning by Trey Coachman Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
A pad and pen and let the story begin
The start of rappers with writing within the soul and heart
New stage appeared with only a DJ set no classical harp
Originated with a mic and some sick rhymes
Which made the crowd skip the next day of work
Seen as a sport in my eyes 'cause of all the pain from the beginning
Reppin' for his homies and hood through physical and verbal fights
Balled up hate throw in a bad family structure and affected life
Taken out on a scrap of paper and shortly heard on the mic
Taken off flight and started some hype
The basic plot of most rappers living condition
In the kitchen wondering and wishing
For Lights, concerts, fame, never ashamed, and always proud of your name
[Chorus]
Slowly, reaching to the top
Won't Stop, and never will
Climbing, all the way to the mountain peak
Won't relax, 'cause even then I haven't deserved my seat x2
[Verse 2:]
The police has given me a piece of their mind for no reason
Not this season for treason 'cause I actually bought Reese's Pieces the right route
Unlike the fights that could only have my life going down south
The feeling of regret from only stepping forward
Toward the source of success, being heard connecting with my words
No place to go so I ask to crash they would say trey no cash and make yourself at home
With bruises and cuts on mine body 'cause someone was chucking stones at my basic body zone
Dreaming of being on top nonstop chilling on the throne being a large part of hip-hop
Now as a dope kid that sees niggas, with huge egos, yelling their all that
Not good unlike the '90's nickelodeon show
Stardom was just around the corner who ever had known
'Cause we're all writing and writing at home
Putting finishing touches I need a comb
Opportunity calling pick up pick up
Where's the phone?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Make a mix-tape with eardrum pounding loudness
First I putting my words in mine own correct order
I do what I please even if I receive the cold shoulder
The song or rap is hot as a rocket
Plus as cold as the top of a mountain to people that always doubted me
Now they hate me more or shouting my name when mine first time I place my feet on the stage floor
Lyrics flow easily like my usually flow
Because the true fact is
Nobody will know the true feel this close to a real deal
Keep on writing or stop like Biggie & Lil' Wayne
Or freestyle battle using every nook and cranny of my brain
Having a beat then I kill it within a day
That’s what my lyrics will say today and always will in the future
Your a loser and obscure to the topic so go get a tutor to assure your knowledge of me
And I hope you’re afraid of some of the rumors ya heard about me
'Cause obviously I'm preen for a casualty
[Chorus]
A pad and pen and let the story begin
The start of rappers with writing within the soul and heart
New stage appeared with only a DJ set no classical harp
Originated with a mic and some sick rhymes
Which made the crowd skip the next day of work
Seen as a sport in my eyes 'cause of all the pain from the beginning
Reppin' for his homies and hood through physical and verbal fights
Balled up hate throw in a bad family structure and affected life
Taken out on a scrap of paper and shortly heard on the mic
Taken off flight and started some hype
The basic plot of most rappers living condition
In the kitchen wondering and wishing
For Lights, concerts, fame, never ashamed, and always proud of your name
[Chorus]
Slowly, reaching to the top
Won't Stop, and never will
Climbing, all the way to the mountain peak
Won't relax, 'cause even then I haven't deserved my seat x2
[Verse 2:]
The police has given me a piece of their mind for no reason
Not this season for treason 'cause I actually bought Reese's Pieces the right route
Unlike the fights that could only have my life going down south
The feeling of regret from only stepping forward
Toward the source of success, being heard connecting with my words
No place to go so I ask to crash they would say trey no cash and make yourself at home
With bruises and cuts on mine body 'cause someone was chucking stones at my basic body zone
Dreaming of being on top nonstop chilling on the throne being a large part of hip-hop
Now as a dope kid that sees niggas, with huge egos, yelling their all that
Not good unlike the '90's nickelodeon show
Stardom was just around the corner who ever had known
'Cause we're all writing and writing at home
Putting finishing touches I need a comb
Opportunity calling pick up pick up
Where's the phone?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Make a mix-tape with eardrum pounding loudness
First I putting my words in mine own correct order
I do what I please even if I receive the cold shoulder
The song or rap is hot as a rocket
Plus as cold as the top of a mountain to people that always doubted me
Now they hate me more or shouting my name when mine first time I place my feet on the stage floor
Lyrics flow easily like my usually flow
Because the true fact is
Nobody will know the true feel this close to a real deal
Keep on writing or stop like Biggie & Lil' Wayne
Or freestyle battle using every nook and cranny of my brain
Having a beat then I kill it within a day
That’s what my lyrics will say today and always will in the future
Your a loser and obscure to the topic so go get a tutor to assure your knowledge of me
And I hope you’re afraid of some of the rumors ya heard about me
'Cause obviously I'm preen for a casualty
[Chorus]