Check it out, the end of the beginning The end being of like10 years ago when I started rapping All I wanted to do was shit Get it to see what they thought And see how felt about it, get my props or whatever Now the end of that cause now I gotta do in-stores, photo shoots, (You guys come here!) Check the with the fucking reps, man And now it's like, it's not about you and me My job is to get it to the people, not the people who me But the people who are feeling me, you the soundtrack for your (For you)
1] Now when I came to the I was wet behind the ears All I had was raps that I wanted y'all to hear low budget I was underground thuggin' it You think I gave a 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 is my crew wants a street team My wants a video so they can be seen And that was my dream I was pre-teen But as I got older and the world got swooped and put the dreams over Now I'm content the mastery of words the importance is just being heard By fans who you and you love them And honestly love that moves this pen
2X] It's me! It's you!
2] Now I'm trying to say is fuck a middle man I wanna make music and get it in your hands All the bullshit in is senseless Just to get to you I hop a few fences Interviews, record pools, managers, fools Lawyers, logos, contracts, promos, Conference, contracts, constant The psycho's cycle me out I just rock the mic and turn the party out Earn a little with the butter in my mouth But all the politics and bullshit make me shout (MOTHERFUCKER!! under his voice*) So an unintelligible rebel a flow So if y'all wanna step to my then fa'sho Let's go, bombs, lap on, kick com Do what you wanna do it's all about you 2X]
3] Look, I don't do it for my wealth I do it for And the moment you this up up off the shelf See, you chose me and that a lot Work hard for your money and this is you bought Divine expert so far my work Is yet to be seen, but I'm steppin' to the With a putter in my hand spreadin' butter over Was just another fan, now I'm addin' to the 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 down to earth L.A. is the set, the turf But I'm speaking to the world when I pound this Right through mic into your ears Took less than a for me to get here So forget your fears, and peep this
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By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a nigga,
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