Check it out, the end of the beginning The end being of years ago when I first started rapping All I wanted to do was shit Get it to people; see they thought And see how they about it, get my props or whatever Now the end of that cause now I do in-stores, photo shoots, interviews (You guys come here!) the head with the fucking reps, man And now it's like, it's not you and me anymore My job is to get it to the people, not the people who me But the people who are me, give you the soundtrack for life (For you)
1] Now when I to the game I was wet behind the ears All I had was some raps I wanted y'all to hear Straight low budget I was thuggin' it You I gave a fuck about a publicist? (NO!) You think I gave a fuck if you dubbed this (NO!) Now the industry is runnin' this shit (What?) The is runnin' this underground shit (Oh!) Now what that means is my crew a street team My crew wants a video so they can be And was my dream since I was pre-teen But as I got older and the world got Reality swooped and put the over Now I'm content with the of words the importance is just being heard By fans who love you and you love And honestly it's love that moves pen
2X] It's me! It's you!
2] Now what I'm to say is fuck a middle man I just wanna make music and get it in your All the bullshit in between is Just to get to you I hop a few fences Interviews, record pools, managers, checker Lawyers, logos, contracts, promos, Conference, contracts, constant The psycho's burnin' me out I just wanna rock the mic and turn the out Earn a little clout the butter in my mouth But all the politics and bullshit me wanna shout (MOTHERFUCKER!! *growling his voice*) So an rebel with a flow So if y'all wanna to my level then fa'sho Let's go, strap bombs, lap on, com Do what you wanna do 'cause all about you 2X]
3] Look, I don't do it for my wealth I do it for And the moment you pick up up off the shelf See, you chose me and that a lot Work hard for your and this is what you bought Divine expert so far my best Is yet to be seen, but I'm to the green With a putter in my hand spreadin' butter over Was another fan, now I'm addin' to the plot Not thinking I'm the man 'cause I what I got Knowing you can lose it all in one shot But like I said I'm on the green staying to earth L.A. is the set, the turf But I'm speaking to the when I pound this verse Right through mic into your ears less than a second for me to get here So forget fears, and peep this here
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By the way, Kinney get thicka for a nigga, c'mon
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