Marc Spector - R.I.C.O. (Freeverse) lyrics

I'm k**ing the game and they're telling me stop it Flipping for change; I'm just making a profit Spitting out flames to get me the fame; I chill with your dame She feeling my name; gripping the thing and she making it sloppy Eugh, who nasty with it? I'm nasty with it Wondering who went and snapped these pictures Of me chilling with all these fancy women, God damn That's a cla**y image, but no relevance factor It's like all you rappers just copy pasted The basics of who made it; y'all moving it backwards Money, check, hoes, check Fame, check, clothes, check Drugs coming off of the boat, check Hasn't it all gotten old yet People they want to hear more so As artists we grind for our own check But you as the listener really should listen here Forget the whole freestyle, this facts that you should hear The more that y'all people keep playing trash Supporting and buying and rating this trash The more that the industry keeps making trash Supply and demand, it's what you demand And if they demanded some real bars Believe me young homie, I'd be the man