n***as never see whats happenin' til its to late
Eat your chicken drink your kool-aid
Tweet your crimes and keep your crew straight
Rock your dress and call your crew bae
Looked at radio focused on what they do play
Yo I zone in a space of my own
Knowledge itself the closer the god the darker the tone
I cooks quietly step up in this b**h with variety
And watch the way the media can manipulate society
I'm stressed out but not a dark stress
The type of stress to cause laughter
Everyday a blog promotin' a new rapper
Half of which don't even know the roots of this sh**
n***as cut school but they cool so they get freshman list
And wheres your principles f** it i'm droppin' out
I got a intellect you couldn't be
Catch me with my podium on Fulton Street
I lost sight slightly [?] have a voice so f** bein' editors choice
I spent ten years tryna master my sk** like the true spitters
But more importantly i'm crackin' smiles with the hipsters
I'm bout to make it yall Network and matter
f** all these bars
And if I take a picture with some weed
Oh they gon' call me a star
Lately been feelin sorry for these uniformed 90s babys
Medicate my age that thought Illmatic dropped in the 80s
But he got a A in school so he can write about hip-hop
These outta town n***as be rappin' like kids bop
And he callin' that sh** hot
But if they got a million plays
Who dumber them or there listeners like he har
Some of these people really need god
And OGs play this sh** for the world
Like yo like I hate this sh**
With haters like yall who needs PRs
I watched workers at high positions walk past me
And give me the most respect in the world
But never ask me if I need a hand
f** em cause when I blow up like Vietnam
They gon' sit and say I always seen it man
I look around nowadays and i'm uninspired
So many people around me workin' like they tired
Still I embrace it
f** how you feel I rap for my homies in the basement
Back in Flatbush
That can feel the authenticity behind each statement
My new flow messy yet he tells a story so well
Hows these cats in the highest positions ain't raising no hell
No pictures paintin' vivid 4 Your Eyez Only problem damn
If I was cole I would of dropped a harder album damn
If I was Pete Rock I would of ignored yatchy
And hit up Stro the MC give him a free beat to body
But yall energys is misdirected
Until yall n***as reach out
Yall commentary on the game I can't respect it
Tell these labels i'm hip-hop and I feel neglected
And tell these blogs I need the promo
That Kim K get when she naked
Tell these n***as in the street
To stop pressin' me for my number
Assumin' i'm up and actin like you knew me when I was under
Yall n***as are stuck in the past
Slaves to the Golden Era
This ain't old school
You just ain't heard nothin this dope in forever
Say yall make hits play yall tracks and its the same sh**
Tell these MCs to please sit down for a while
And focus more on developing they style
I couldn't tell most of you guys apart from the crowd
Stop screaming when you rappin' dawg
Why you so loud i'm right here
I see a lot of dumb n***as with bright hair
But I ain't trippin' get your bread
And tie the laces in your head
See most of yall just got wack flows and itchy afros