[Verse 1]
You ain't been gettin’ this money all your life
Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice
Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life
What happened to art is life?
All of you kids is in charter school
And you startin' to do everything in private
Maybe that’s from all of the charter flights
Make sure whatever you're doing is not in the dark
You know this shit is bound to come out eventually
Underneath all the lights
Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights
Degrade him all his life, rape his daughter, his wife
Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait
We wasn't even allowed to pray, let alone read or write
People like Cube opened them doors
And politically correct negroes like you
Close 'em to keep your ice
Clap for 'em, they make you feel like they love you there
Your whole platform could swim with the fishes
Like Huggy Bear
[Interlude]
Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won't move at all. It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something. Right. You won’t say anything on anyone’s behalf at this point?
[Verse 2]
You ain't been gettin’ riches ya whole life
Oh, you done forgot? The oven door open
On the stove in the kitchen to heat up the house
'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right?
Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away
Just ’cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed
Every artist in the game are phony
Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back
And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top
To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats
The plight of the miserable wasted talent
Only guys with the hits are the Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shit
This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged
Your favorite fella from the NFL has been silenced
My dad said, "Under no circumstance should a man
Considered a legend have nothing left on his deathbed
And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights
Should lose the use of his right and left leg"
They say I couldn't do it, so I went out and did it
They said they gave it to me, so I ain't ask for more
I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face
Stayed at the door, I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin'
I did it my way without all the complainin'
And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale
For the validation of all the bloggers
And all the same gay ass awards
Fuck y'all and all them gay ass awards
We are livin' inside the same hell
And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven
But we are lyrically not on the same level
I'm scribblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters
I'm not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar
I'm here for respect or else I'm willin' to take off the belt
And whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans
You ain't been gettin’ this money all your life
Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice
Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life
What happened to art is life?
All of you kids is in charter school
And you startin' to do everything in private
Maybe that’s from all of the charter flights
Make sure whatever you're doing is not in the dark
You know this shit is bound to come out eventually
Underneath all the lights
Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights
Degrade him all his life, rape his daughter, his wife
Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait
We wasn't even allowed to pray, let alone read or write
People like Cube opened them doors
And politically correct negroes like you
Close 'em to keep your ice
Clap for 'em, they make you feel like they love you there
Your whole platform could swim with the fishes
Like Huggy Bear
[Interlude]
Your Maybach and your house is like that important that you won't move at all. It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something. Right. You won’t say anything on anyone’s behalf at this point?
[Verse 2]
You ain't been gettin’ riches ya whole life
Oh, you done forgot? The oven door open
On the stove in the kitchen to heat up the house
'Cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right?
Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away
Just ’cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed
Every artist in the game are phony
Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back
And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top
To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats
The plight of the miserable wasted talent
Only guys with the hits are the Tygas, Drakes and Khaleds, shit
This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged
Your favorite fella from the NFL has been silenced
My dad said, "Under no circumstance should a man
Considered a legend have nothing left on his deathbed
And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights
Should lose the use of his right and left leg"
They say I couldn't do it, so I went out and did it
They said they gave it to me, so I ain't ask for more
I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face
Stayed at the door, I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin'
I did it my way without all the complainin'
And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale
For the validation of all the bloggers
And all the same gay ass awards
Fuck y'all and all them gay ass awards
We are livin' inside the same hell
And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven
But we are lyrically not on the same level
I'm scribblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters
I'm not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar
I'm here for respect or else I'm willin' to take off the belt
And whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans
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