Outro Nasty C

[Verse 1]
Ey, what's a threat to youngin' that murder
On the lines of this page
All the power he yearning
When he rhyming on stage?
All the haters are chirping, the fans shouting his name
End of the day he still locked in a cage
'Cause really power, possession and false pride got me knocking my chest
I might go out to the club, ball out and I flex
I probably think I'm the boss, but sum it down in a shell
There's some promoter nigga writing my cheque
Most of you niggas making money for that white man behind that desk
And what you own of it is only a fraction, yeah I'll remind you
When you getting your shine I'm just that young nigga behind you
15 seconds of Insta that's how they blind you
You letting the fame define you, so much for doing you
Your only competition should only be you and you
So when I'm rhyming it's just me letting Uzis and deuces loose
And as for that nigga staring back in the mirror I do him too
I ain't got love for these niggas, that's the way I was brought up
Got a flight to catch, I ain't got time to get caught up
I know you caught it
See they would give you two times Christ, they double cross ya
Cuz don't get comfortable, no man is not disposable
Any dummy can claim he a rapper, spit something quotable
Think about it, you right where you are 'cause the fans voted you
You got to get to sweating, that's who you owe it to
Real