(Verse-Foster)
A matter of time 'fore you rappers get shook down
A ladder to climb higher than you should look down
A pattern of crime, might inspire the hood now
Let 'em look around, I'm showing 'em how it could sound
It's just a throwback to my younger days
Back to open mics, when I was still underage
Still hear the hunger pains, misfits, runaways
Way too gutter to give a fuck what the numbers say
Right about now, I'ma need a reaction
Or at least of gallon of gasoline and a matchstick
Burn it all down, industry full of catfish
Flash in the pan, has-beens, I'm the blacklist
What happens when you ain't ass kissin' the wackness
And I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
'til then, it ain't over 'til I put it to bed...
And this is live as it gets

(Chorus)
Lost in a world between my days and nights
I'll take you there but will you take my side?
I know they watching, can't escape their eye
You playing by the rules
I say you fools are wastin' time
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