[Verse 1] What if I told you that the only way to get on the radio... was to rap about material sh**? What if I told you that I went down to the radio station & told the owner to sit on a dick? I hate these industry muthaf**as who think they know it all Cuz they came & they saw... & they been around A lot changed here buddy & you ain't been in town Cuz now Dizzy Wright is the niqqa who got em spinning round Yeah... Now I don't make music for everybody Cuz not everybody's gonna understand the concept Uhh, Cuz when maturity... meets immaturity sh**, it just f**s with the mindset So I just say, "f** a hater" if you hating I done made it out of Vegas You a fan, your mind just ain't elevated So when it does, I'll be right here making real music Something with a little feel to it Hit me when you comin... Yah [Chorus] f** the game, Imma do me Turn it up & keep it too G... Yah f** the game, Imma do me Turn it up & keep it too G Hit me when you comin (Let it ride niqqa, let it ride) Hit me when you comin (Let em know whats up niqqa) (You gotta let em know whats up niqqa) [Verse 2] What if I told you that these niqqas say I'm Hollywood... cuz I wanted to get paid for a show? Uhh, what if I told you that the only way that I was getting paid... is getting paid off a show? So umm... Hold up... f** you Mr. Promoter I worked my whole life to really get this sh** poppin So I perform & you go home with some money & I'm leaving without a penny in my pocket? Niqqa please... Heh... I gotta eat, sad as can be If its my living, why would I just be talent for free? But I do, here's a clue, cuz its f**ed & the only way to get noticed is being in the front So umm... I kinda figured out how Imma do this Do my crazy sh** & still spit that real music Smooth movements, I do this, I foolish & I'm sick of all the bullsh** music Hit me when you comin... [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uhh, what if I told you that if Pac was here? I honestly believe that a lot of you rap niqqas would not be here Cuz I done heard the worst mainstream sh** That I swear, this has to be the worst that mainstream get, niqqa Hold up... f** that, let me get em f** the game & every fake muthaf**a in it Don't take this as me dissin or tryna get your attention But I know, damn well, I have the right to have an opinion You rapping but nobody understands you How the f** did you get held with a deal? & I know your niqqas ain't real, cuz if they was real? They woulda told you to develop your sk**s So Imma be the one to tell you I don't need your f**ing fan base Just becuz they listen to you Uhh... & that just tell me where they mind at & anybody with that mindset is a fool Hit me when you comin... Yah