[Verse 1]
Got ducks who talk bucks, f** the hype and mad fame
It's make or break in this rap game
Nowadays it's dead and tame, fads who claim flame
sh** was real like a tape
From a crony to a phony everybody turned flake
Thin line between the fake and the real
It don't take sk**s to make bills
A soul you'd sell to gain ma** appeal
But I keep it bra** and steel