[Spoken:]
Aye Cuz, they say I ain't real rapper huh?
They must don't know, I do What I want to do with this sh**
[Verse 1:]
They compare me to the rappers out to sale, who outdated
Other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it
When they doubt me and they out me, make me stronger, make me face it
But I know I'm not a phase, I'mma be one of the greatest
In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams
Didn't wanna stop, wanna be a lyricists
Illiest with the whole flow
West style rapping about dope
Got Caught on that j**elry sh**
Before Young Jeezy started rapping detailed about things all the n******gs wanna hear that sh**
I could've done that sh**
If I were to be him
But they come along with the synthesis
Must have went to New York like a million times
Won a mil' on a table, I ain't even sign
Wanna head to it and I turned it down
Did a lot of sh** in this life of mine
I have no help, I had to grind
No complaints, be on time
The rap n******gs I knew em' all, 99 per cent n******gs lying
[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as f**
You don't like to shut me up
n******gs saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake him up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna
[Verse 2:]
Grew up upon the Al-Qaeda, neighborhood, I was an outcast
In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks
Get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag
And we got big board guns, hold a hundred
That's for any of p**y a** n***a wanna run up
What it do, Ross? What'up Wayne? Salute Stunner, Gucci Mane
n******gs ask me why I never done a song with Plies
I understood I gotta be as plain, so I never reply
Race for the money, never get tired
Plug on the way, he never retired
Order a hundred and put that on my name
Is d**h on the money? is blood on my chain?
Therefore we got bodies, n******gs k**ing for harvest
We got holes in the roof, we got hoes in the lobby
b**hes f**ing for free, n******gs k**ing for pennies
CMG that's the team, we the streets so we're in it
[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as f**, you don't like it shut me up
n******gs saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake him up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna
Remember Sosa told Tony "not to f** with me"
Then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
Then Tony wanna go in but he ain't deep
So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said
But he was f**ing with that dope and he won't focus
Read between the lines, I'm talking to you locals
Im talkin to any n***a that want war
Then let me get my M's up, you don want war
[Hook:]
Bigger industry, fake as f**, you won't like it, shut me up
n******gs saying hip hop's dead, CPR, wake him up
Flat line, heartbeat, game in a coma
n***a, I'm a dope boy, I do what I wanna
[Outro:]
I wanna, plant of marijuana
Not a plant, but a field
Not a field, but a dome
See n******gs cook yay
Sir fiend, I ain't home
Same n******gs G'd up
Pitch up, same song
I wanna look at n******gs different, but I can't
I wanna try to trust these b**hes, but I ain't
n******gs instagraming cars that they know ain't theirs
You can be a fake rapper, this day nobody cares