I'm leanin' back
Thinkin' bout the game
Tryna stay ahead
Of constant change
Was a young n***a
Just like you
Immo sell this d**e f**k h*es and rap too
It ain't hard make a million dollars off a verse
Buy that maybach supply the whole hood wit work
They don't don't tal about it
This just entertainment
Yeah it's all for show
Most of these n***as famous ain't never seen a reignment
N***as like you and me
We don't get them placements on MTV
That's just how it is
Well you just independent
F**k what them haters say
N***a I'm still the business
I put in work
From the crack of dawn
To the crack of dawn
For the perfect song
Most of y'all n***as ain't never put it work
Never hit the block
And made them feet work
If it was that easy we'd all be rich
Expensive taste
Exotic b***h
It's all politics
A f**kin' campaign
Turn on the radio the f**kin' same names
Original
What the f**k is that
It's all format
With corporate cashin' checks
What happened to the vets
Never had a mentor
To guide me down the path
So I live by the sword
I hate rappers
There I said it
So don't be actin' like we cordial all copacetic
Telekinesis says you meeses are simply pathetic
I don't play favorites anybody that's spittin' can get it
You factory
Straight off assembly lines
You're double faulted with them corny a*s wimbledon rhymes
Dancin' like an extra Michael Jackson's Remember The Time
Probably why you wack and why ya pockets are slimmer than mine
Oh it's about the lyrics
It's not about the cheese
Them why you up on iTunes tryna sell us cds
Peddlin' ya merchandise talkin' bout all ya degrees
You tryna get rich off of raps just like all of the G's
And all of the playas
And all of the thugs
And all them cats that's talkin' 'bout trappin' and sellin' them d**gs
Ya sweater's too tight ya jeans are uncomfortably snug
I'm Posdonous with a pistol you rappers get plugged
One
I feel like giving up
My temper sucks
If you didn't know that you didn't know me that well listen up
Sometimes I get kinda tired of're writin' lines and
Gettin' caught up in this hype and trying to survive in
A game where a million other n***as do what you do and they all claimin' that they hot s**t
What makes you the top pick
Let 'em know yo name
Make 'em respect yo gangsta
Stay piece
But keep bangers in the chamber
F**k the rest
Always out do ya best
And when you write try to master saying more wit less
See rappers want for n***as to caress on they finesse
But see they all got ghost writers
I guess they just possessed
N***as turn to gods
They record sold the best
But if you asked what's on they mind they never speak in golden text
I give a f**k about a viewers' choice
'Cause all I view is moist
No need to speak further to prove a point
Yo main concern is giving yo'self the extra push Ju
Mastering your craft
And push back when they push you
Gone 'head let a hater talk you need them n***as too
'Cause they ain't gone be s**t anyway
Too busy focused on what you do
Keep the needle in the groove
When you need to stick a move to MC's
Strike 'em in the heart twist ya wrist and pull
That's just some s**t that you would do if you was me
Biggest question you should ask is would you do this s**t for free
