A little something
For your ears
Just to hear and know my album coming
Know me when I run it
No marathon
Carry on with ya lives and quit tryna get ya scary on
It's not workin'
Like a homeless man
Sure is damn glad to work in
An industry surrounded with fake lyrics and beats
Makin' fly street records really you don't hear a peep
Not callin' out anyone
Except Chief Keef
Gucci Mane, Birdman, and Mustard on the beat
Migos, Future, Young Thug, Peewee
Used to be one of the best but now sadly Jeezy
We see all you fakes and frankly we're laughin' at you
You want real spittas?
Go study some Lu and Papoose
Sit back and crack Wu-Tang and Pac, Big, and Em too
Soul, Mac, Action, Zay, I just gave you 10 dudes
Each one alones better than the music you jam to
Slam two CD's on the table demand a signing
Another dude walks into the label gazin his eyes beam
Red high, slips under an EP of autotune
"Your musics more rhythmic than his, get out
Sorry dude
Probably use
Your more inspiring and creative
Music to play in the back of my car while I'm star gazing
Y'all hate this
I know you want some real hip hop back
I got 3 drug infested gangstas who are prospects
Stop this
They're real
I guess you'll make an appeal
Heres a half a**ed deal
We'll Barely promote your projects"
While Mr. Got Money's out sippin lean with his diamonds
It's progress