It all started with a pen and a pad
Writing down every thought that I ever had
Didn't matter whether happy or sad
I was finding inspiration in a ziplock bag
So I worked hard and I paid my dues
Never misused the words they use to diss dudes
Cause this microphone is a privilege I can abuse
I'm just makin music that the people can't refuse
Cause It all started with a pen and a pad
Writing down every thought that I ever had
Didn't matter whether happy or sad
I was finding inspiration in a ziplock bag

It's not my fault, I'm not the one to blame
Cause your mouth has a problem with saying my name
I can't complain, I was born for this game
But one thing will always be the same
Haters will remain, will remain, will remain. (x2)

It all started with a pen and a pad
Writing down every thought that I ever had
Didn't matter whether happy or sad
I was finding inspiration in a ziplock bag
So I worked hard and I paid my dues
Never misused the words they use to diss dudes
Cause this microphone is a privilege I can abuse
I'm just makin music that the people can't refuse
Cause It all started with a pen and a pad
Writing down every thought that I ever had
Didn't matter whether happy or sad
I was finding inspiration in a ziplock bag

It's not my fault, I'm not the one to blame
Cause your mouth has a problem with saying my name
I can't complain, I was born for this game
But one thing will always be the same
Haters will remain, will remain, will remain. (x2)

Haters try to bring me down
Like my feet was bound
With a rope and a ton of bricks
Cause my life is fun as shit
Shit, if I was you I'd be mad too
Bad news cause you stuck like a tattoo
Whoa, sorry I had to pass you
Whoa, you should remain in the past too
Talk a little that and then they talk a a little this
They heard Tizzle rap now they on Tizzle's dick
Excuse me, my alter ego's pissed off
Smelled the aroma soon as I opened this ziplock
Reggae and hip hop, you know that this shit's hot
Life's still sweet even when they throwin' salt
A race to success and these haters drivin go carts
My flow's art, I'm a lyrical Mozart
Yeah I'm spittin somethin' nice
If they talkin' bout you then you must be doin' somethin right

It all started with a pen and a pad
Writing down every thought that I ever had
Didn't matter whether happy or sad
I was finding inspiration in a ziplock bag

It's not my fault, I'm not the one to blame
Cause your mouth has a problem with saying my name
I can't complain, I was born for this game
But one thing will always be the same
Haters will remain, will remain, will remain. (x2)