Doap Nixon - Behind the Music lyrics

(Intro) Doap Ay' Crew...that's ma word Yo I almost ain't make it here (We here that) It's been a long time comin' The n***as that bet against me Tell 'em what they tickets are That's word [Doap Nixon] Uh, get it, get it, then you make move But the option of making it work is what you choose Betta flip it, flip it, then you betta take it in Stretch it, stretch it, turn it into cake Betta step ya hustle game up wit a clear head And getcha eyes checked cuz these n***as do steal bread The love of money will make da Pope act funny Cuz when you hungry feel that pain in your tummy So I did it for self, moved at my own pace Record Labels shut the door on my face I'm tryna to focus-focus, betta get a bigga whip Whole family is on stage when a n***a spit Front row dudes peep outta n***a j**els' Mommy right there is a stallion I'm tryna to get her thru You think it's all about gettin' this cash flow I'm tryna to find a way to get around on these a**holes They wanna play you, burn you souffle you Hesitate to pay you, push back your debut I'm tryna to make it thru the week broke Spittin' for A&R's in clouded whips of weed smoke Loco-loco, son gon' crazy Shawty wanna a n***a wit cash go get 'em baby Tryna to juggle shawty and a hustle Rap career plus addiction to a substance It's gettin' ill I ain't seeing no progress Light shut off I gotta crash at the God's rest Wakin' up on the couch no book on my lap Need a good jux just to get back but small problem When you in the hood wit drama n***as put a price on your wig like Osama I had to get on a route that was all about spittin' heavy Gettin' feddy, plus movin' out Hold up, yo, I know you ain't just say... "When you in the hood wit drama n***as put a price on your wig like Osama" C'mon Doap, you serious kid? Ay' Crew bring it back to these n***as [Doap Nixon] Paz hit me, Planet been wit me ATOP kept it real and stayed wit me Shows in Poughkeepsie, n***as doin' it Use to be scared to fell but now I'm thru wit it Still gon' sh** on a n***a no matter who he wit Still got that thing in the box wit the ruger clips Now these shawty's askin' me to make it rain on 'em I'm laughin' at these jawns pourin' champagne on 'em And that's the life that I live and I ain't talkin' rap I'm hearin' dudes runnin' they mouth we bout to call 'em back Broke their interviews, whatcha readin' magazines It's my time f**az, I'm bout to wipe s**az clean What's the rumors all these people countin' Kenny Cash If I go broke? Wifey can call Planet and Vinnie Paz Plus my brother Reef, Mad gon' be a star Tell the God meet me at the bar, bring a hundred large Don't believe the hype, God bout to blow it there My left hook give you a real reason to hold ya head Kamachi on the low, heard God blue wit dred Crypt and Syze doin' them, matchin' whips - blue and red I feel da time is perfect, Pharaohs gave me a purpose Last deal was a circus, now I know how to work it The kid you gotta love 'em, forest green Gucci buckets Groupies on tour, we bet stacks on who gon' f** 'em Right now my name is heavy, option for any move Deadline for the album depends on Kenny's mood Nobody knows the future but I can call the present My spare time I'm wit Divine quotin' all my lessons Y'all really think y'all know me but look 'Behind the Music' And y'all gon' see the bullsh** that's behind this music (Outro) Doap What n***as!!! I'm here Y'all n***as that ain't eatin' wit me step up from the table Y'all done eatin' ATOP what! Stoupe bangaz I gotchu daddy, Crew Cut that's my dawg right there Sour Diesel