"Reach Hire" lyrics
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Artist, local rapper and a writer
Tryna build this empire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
My intent is to inspire
I believe you can be whatever you desire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
But you gotta reach higher
I said, you gotta reach higher
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Come on, you gotta reach higher
Grab ahold of your dreams and set the world on fire (Huh)
They said I wasn't shit without a record deal
Took it all in, and I let it build
Then I hopped on a plane
Land in Amsterdam, thirty dollars to my name
I'm just giving y'all the game
I made a small fortune way before I had the fame
Saw the world before my 21st birthday
But what I really wanted was respect, in the worst way
They fronted on us in the magazines
Actin' like we didn't even have a scene
The underground was invisible
Until the world went digital
Napster was a blessing in disguise
'Cause it helped us show the world that real rap was still alive
Now my distribution worldwide
And my US fanbase tripled in size
The Beginning Of the End for the major labels, 'cause all they did was spend
Money tryna cover up for lack of talent
Promoting crack and black on black violence
But we refused to stay silent
Started up a movement, making music that was timeless
A small group of true rhymers
They used to ignore us, now they wish they would've signed us
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Artist, local rapper and a writer
Tryna build this empire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
My intent is to inspire
I believe you can be whatever you desire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
But you gotta reach higher
I said, you gotta reach higher
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Come on, you gotta reach higher
Grab ahold of your dreams and set the world on fire
My own mother didn't understand
Now she my number one fan
And all the older homies used to front on me
Heh, 'til I started my own company
I was sellin' tapes on the street
Standin' on the corner, had 'em five bucks a piece
While you was out falsifying crack schemes
I was out there and I was serving up rap fiends
Me, Karma, G and IQ
40 Deuce, Big knows Living Legends is the crew
We had to do what we had to do
If I didn't serve then I didn't have food
Eight dudes living in East Oakland
In a warehouse dreamin', hopin'
Smokin', sold a little dope, ehh, nothin' but some weed just to keep the cash flowin'
Controlling our destiny
Blood, sweat and tears over years was the recipe
And that equals longevity
Now I'm Bruce Banner, living life so incredibly
That mean my green on some hoke shit
Y'all niggas think you like me? I'm insulted
I'm nothin' like you dudes
You built your whole career postin' shit on YouTube
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Artist, local rapper and a writer
Tryna build this empire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
My intent is to inspire
I believe you can be whatever you desire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
But you gotta reach higher
I said, you gotta reach higher
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Come on, you gotta reach higher
Grab ahold of your dreams and set the world on fire (Huh)
They said I wasn't shit without a record deal
Took it all in, and I let it build
Then I hopped on a plane
Land in Amsterdam, thirty dollars to my name
I'm just giving y'all the game
I made a small fortune way before I had the fame
Saw the world before my 21st birthday
But what I really wanted was respect, in the worst way
They fronted on us in the magazines
Actin' like we didn't even have a scene
The underground was invisible
Until the world went digital
Napster was a blessing in disguise
'Cause it helped us show the world that real rap was still alive
Now my distribution worldwide
And my US fanbase tripled in size
The Beginning Of the End for the major labels, 'cause all they did was spend
Money tryna cover up for lack of talent
Promoting crack and black on black violence
But we refused to stay silent
Started up a movement, making music that was timeless
A small group of true rhymers
They used to ignore us, now they wish they would've signed us
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Artist, local rapper and a writer
Tryna build this empire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
My intent is to inspire
I believe you can be whatever you desire
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
But you gotta reach higher
I said, you gotta reach higher
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Come on, you gotta reach higher
Grab ahold of your dreams and set the world on fire
My own mother didn't understand
Now she my number one fan
And all the older homies used to front on me
Heh, 'til I started my own company
I was sellin' tapes on the street
Standin' on the corner, had 'em five bucks a piece
While you was out falsifying crack schemes
I was out there and I was serving up rap fiends
Me, Karma, G and IQ
40 Deuce, Big knows Living Legends is the crew
We had to do what we had to do
If I didn't serve then I didn't have food
Eight dudes living in East Oakland
In a warehouse dreamin', hopin'
Smokin', sold a little dope, ehh, nothin' but some weed just to keep the cash flowin'
Controlling our destiny
Blood, sweat and tears over years was the recipe
And that equals longevity
Now I'm Bruce Banner, living life so incredibly
That mean my green on some hoke shit
Y'all niggas think you like me? I'm insulted
I'm nothin' like you dudes
You built your whole career postin' shit on YouTube
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
