Murs - You & I lyrics

Whuddup'tho Check it out, it's the end of the beginning The end being of like10 years ago when I first started rapping All I wanted to do was make sh** Get it to people; see what they thought And see how they felt about it, get my props or whatever Now it's the end of that cause now I gotta do in-stores, photo shoots, interviews (You guys come over here!) Check the head with the f**ing reps, man And now it's like, it's not about you and me anymore My job is to get it to the people, not the people who diss me But the people who are feeling me, give you the soundtrack for your life (For you) [Verse 1] Now when I came to the game I was wet behind the ears All I had was some raps that I wanted y'all to hear Straight low budget I was underground thuggin' it You think I gave a f** about a publicist? (NO!) You think I gave a f** if you dubbed this sh**? (NO!) Now the industry is runnin' this underground sh** (What?) The industry is runnin' this underground sh** (Oh!) Now what that means is my crew wants a street team My crew wants a video so they can be seen And that was my dream since I was pre-teen But as I got older and the world got colder Reality swooped and put the dreams over Now I'm content with the mastery of words Realize the importance is just being heard By fans who love you and you love them And honestly it's love that moves this pen [Chorus x2] It's about me! It's about you! [Verse 2] Now what I'm trying to say is f** a middle man I just wanna make music and get it in your hands All the bullsh** in between is senseless Just to get to you I gotta hop a few fences Interviews, record pools, managers, checker fools Lawyers, logos, contracts, promos, photos Conference, contracts, constant combat The psycho's cycle burnin' me out I just wanna rock the mic and turn the party out Earn a little clout with the bu*ter in my mouth But all the politics and bullsh** make me wanna shout [growling under his voice] (MOTHERfu*kER!!) So an unintelligible rebel with a flow So if y'all wanna step to my level then fa'sho Let's go, strap bombs, lap on, kick com Do what you wanna do 'cause it's all about you [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Look, I don't do it for my wealth I do it for myself And the moment you pick this up up off the shelf See, you chose me and that means a lot Work hard for your money and this is what you bought Divine expert so far my best work Is yet to be seen, but I'm steppin' to the green With a putter in my hand spreadin' bu*ter over bland Was just another fan, now I'm addin' to the plot Not thinking I'm the man 'cause I have what I got Knowing you can lose it all in just one shot But like I said I'm on the green staying down to earth L.A. is the set, MidTown's the turf But I'm speaking to the world when I pound this verse Right through this mic into your ears Took less than a second for me to get here So forget your fears, and peep this here [Chorus x2] By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a n***a, c'mon [Drum beat. . . make you feel the drum beat]