This shit just put me in a mood
To say sum'n real
Its that time again
It's a blessing to last in the game
Because of most these rappers
Be one hit and over wit
Either niggaz is dying
Or run outta money
Cause we wasn't taught about ownership
Who am I tho I never went platinum
I ain't never been rich off of rappin
Shit I ain't make no money
Until I got out of the booth
And got businesses cracking
My environment doesn't inspire me
And I know that the government lie to me
Gave me freedom of speech
So I say how I feel
Then they cancel me outta society
Gotta change up the narrative
Shit is imperative
We at the end of totem pole
These niggaz is bitches
These bitches is niggaz
It's wicked
Don't nobody know they role
We live in the moment
The future ain't promised
But some of us woke up again today
With buyers remorse
From all of that Prada and Dior
You bought when you coulda saved
It's more entertaining
To spend all yo dough to get clout in the club nigga make rain
Stunting on niggaz who don't give a f*ck about you or the pix you put on ya page
Public opinion got my niggaz throwing rocks at the pen
Just to get behind the wheel of that Benz
To keep up with the social media trends
Where does it end
I'm not gone pretend like I don't really see the shit that seeing
We Following the orders of Willie Lynch
Kill a nigga then we cry about it pour out liquor for em then we do it again
The cycle is psycho it's really misleading the real shit is vital
Like coming together and owning some property f*ck goin viral
Got it from out of the gutter my nigga where all that we know is survival
Might've been late to the party but I made a statement upon my arrival