Comin' At Ya - Zuby

I want a billion fans, so I need a million first

I’ma gain another thou' just off the sickness of this verse

Even when I’m smiling sweetly look at Zuby as a threat

Or you’ll get owned before you see me like a noob in FPS

No button combination lets you cheat the game of life

Rappers looking in my pad, they think I’m cheating on the mic

But this girl’s my one and only and she never leaves me lonely

When I want to beat it down she’s always waiting to bestow me

Spread the love like bigamy, so passionate with metrics

Your bars cannot belittle me your style is anorexic

That means you think you’re big, I hear you talking all aggressive

But you bark and never bite and so your mark is unimpressive

My vision’s not a dream, I’m motivated to achieve it

You wanted food for thought and I’m providing it so eat it

I wrote this in my sleep I mean it no exaggeration

Even scheming when I’m dreaming I don’t waste imagination

Show love when I come through, I get respect cuz I’m illy

And the ladies love me too like they love ‘Sex and the City'

Say I’m blessed and I’m silly but don’t object cuz I’m pretty

And always say I’m kind of cocky but they know I’m kind of witty

You know in my committee it’s just me, myself and I

Three of my favourite rappers and a little book of rhymes

I’ve got a lot of hustle but ain’t got a lot of time

Money’s got a lot of muscle so it’s all about the grind

Take a different policy, I’ll turn and pen a prophecy

My brilliance is vivid but it’s rivalled by my modesty

Honestly I think I’m like the hottest walking property

But realised as a teen that there’s no dream guarantee

So awkwardly I started on my music hustle properly

And still I had the brains to get an Oxford degree

So think before you talk to me, you’re tripping if you walk to me

I’m moving twice as fast like rolling doubles in Monopoly

They’re colder than December when they see you at the bottom

I’m living through my music, when I die won’t be forgotten

I don’t praise the mighty dollar and heard that fame is stressful

I don’t need to be a baller, I just want to be successful

Hard to stand out from the crowd but there’s a possibility

I could rise above the clouds beyond the probability

Can I do it all and keep my soul and credibility

Or do I have to sell it all to buy acceptability?

Consciousness is killing me, God given ability

To entertain a crowd f’s with my mental volatility

Lot of people see me but despite the visibility

For ones who truly know me I’ve got slim availability

You can always call, and smile if you don’t reach me

It means I’m on my grind so you can see me on the TV

And I’ma call you back soon as the beat has finished knocking

But I’m up and out the door when opportunity is knocking