[Verse 1] They say you only get 15 minutes of fame Well Jin is the name, and I'ma finish the game Since I got limited time, I lay it on the line If there's sh** on my mind, I'ma say it in my rhymes I been puttin' in work you couldn't ignore Now that I got my foot in the door, I'm puttin' in more Still livin at home I ain't go plat yet Come thru sittin' on chrome in a throw back lex I could pull up in a hooptie, y'all easy to impress When it comes to groupies, they be easy to undress Word of advice, to y'all up and comin' acts Don't rap about bustin' gats if you never did none of that They know when you tellin' lies And just cuz you worked at a bakery That don't mean you sellin' pies If you ask me, half these cats that gotta deal Couldn't make a hit single if they punched a dolla bill It wasn't always buisiness, I started it for leisure But now I spit bars, like it's part of the procedure Don't wanna battle? Man what type of sh** is this? You so p**y, your rap name should be cli*oris Claim you was rockin' the crowd, don't lie to me I been to one of ya show's, thought I was at the library Had to drop a pin, even heard the cricket's chirp 25 at the door, but that's just what the ticket's worth When I get on stage, you know the baddest is here Turn the whole entire club into Madison Square Might come to your city, and leave a part of me Got mad love in Philly, when I rock The Armory They applaud for me, and that's the way it oughtta be Whack a** rappers wanna puncture an artery? With them soft a** flows, you ain't harmin' me I turn your 16 into a four-part harmony, b**h...