Stop Rapping 9th Wonder & Buckshot

[Hook]
Look up in the sky, where you'd rather be
Lie to yourself, you can't lie to me
You see lights, camera and action
Everything ain't for everyone, son, stop rapping
Look up in the sky, where you'd rather be
Lie to yourself, you can't lie to me
I see true careers collapsing
Everything ain't for everyone, son, stop rapping

[Verse 1]
Damn, you make it look so easy
For me to get paid, but this shit crazy
I've been at it for five joints
And I still ain't make a profit or pocket one point
I paid for my trip to the UK
Even spent more than the grip in two days
I figured, ay, if I'mma blow right now
Then I'mma go right now, my dough low right now
But it'll, loosen up as I'm moving up the charts
But the only charts I see is a bus
My money feel cold like crush
But me and my niggas hot so I know it ain't us
We the shit and we ain't even sell a record yet
Every nigga on the block saying son a vet
The mixtape don, the father of the features
The problem is none of the features coming out neither
So you can now neither
Come forward or say "son, I ain't gonna blow, and I know it"
I can't show it
I should have kept my nine to five
But hip hop had me believing that I should try