Fattay - Remember the Name ft. Sinima lyrics

[Verse 1: Sinima] I got my radio locked on Hot97 When they take a commercial break its 105 second Radio Rap's cool but the problem with it Is that the motherf**in DJ's get bribed to spin sh** So the population is force fed these light hits So there's no choice but to say "I like that sh**" What they got 20 tracks in regular rotation? When's the last time an album dropped that's your favourite? Spinnin itnon-stop memorising the words Got you feelin every drop of the sh** you just heard It only happens but so often, the glow darkens Actions speak louder than words, there's no talkin You complain and claim that you don't like rap I got love for everybody populatin the map There's no takin it back, it is what it is I'mma stack these dollars, you can keep your two cents [Chorus x2] Zip Zilch nada, not a thing comes close to the sh** that we bring , its got a ring to it Meanwhile we're unsigned we gotta keep moving Its just a matter of time before they see who is Next in line, who's next to shine (me) Who's tracks on fire you can bet your life It's Sinima and Fattay Remember the name so you can err park that sh** up on memory lane [Verse 2: Fattay] Ok the problem in the game, I'mma blame it on the DJ Can't support local music I ain't gon behave Fattay bein doin this sh**, Fattay been doin it big (yup) Apparently without auto-tune it's sh** I don't play the radio cause the radio don't play me (true) T-Pain and Daddy Yankee, same thing Man I'm sick of leanin back, I'm sick of Joey Crack I'm sick of just dancin lets bring emotions back Only album that I'm feelin is Drizzy's 'Take Care' (whattup Drake) Cause that homie got the balls to say what everybody feel When my album don't sell, man I ain't surprised Cause real music don't sell, its truth over lies Lets get back to the sh**, let's get back to the hip-hop Ya'll gettin pissed on but f** it get PISSED OFF Yeah I'm dissappointed, but I ain't f**in stressin it Angry white kid next album's the new testament b**h [Chorus x2] Zip Zilch nada, not a thing comes close to the sh** that we bring , its got a ring to it Meanwhile we're unsigned we gotta keep moving Its just a matter of time before they see who is Next in line, who's next to shine (me) Who's tracks on fire you can bet your life It's Sinima and Fattay Remember the name so you can err park that sh** up on memory lane