[Hook x2] We make music for the love we aint in for the fame Cross the line and getcha face broke its simple and plain Twenty years and I aint changed my intentions the same So you cant talk about the game unless you mention my name [Verse 1] Yeah, its certain people in this world you cant talk to Some dont understand until they get they chest walked through A potholes in they backs once the Mac pops I cant be destroyed Im like a airplanes black box Question is whos willing to be a sacrifice? So rappers wont have to pay the price in the afterlife Evacuate the premises we aint going ask ya twice Walk into a room cracking heads, no more acting nice I stand hard and let em swang came too far to bend it Plus Ive never needed Viagra, Cialis or ExtenZe Im rocksolid, brand new day, the same agendas Im mobbed with F.O.I., street hustlers and gangbangers The bridge is burnt, the relationships beyond the groovement Devils in power tryna execute the conscious movement But if they try, getcha heat and bring the thunder down Since day one the realest music been the underground [Hook] [Verse 2] You cant write me out a history, go read your lesson My essence is too deeply embedded in the past and the present They want to keep this real music off the station, good Lets ban fake radio cats from coming in the hood kill em My regime was established to torture your team Im leaving corpses inside of this corporate machine Commercial, radio aint tryna resurrected the dead So kill em all and bring the program directors head See thats the only way a snake can ever be handled No more meat, no more going through the proper channels Keep stunning, itll be your time to take some lead I wish the DJ would ask me to break some bread I got a circle of hotheads thatll break ya legs Yall are kinda of cats communicate with feds You dont control by destiny I got mine in my hand Shoutout to Trae, I with ya homie Im tryna get banned [Hook] [Verse 3] When I get done, hed better hope hed last Five lasers I blast with no skimask Enter the suffering the end wont be fast Murder your future and putcha present in the past Hoping he calm will KRino side trippin Its bottom itll get it poppin like grease and fried chicken Undetectable bombs up in your ride ticking The unmistakable sound of a .45 kicking Dont be around and see em becoming a new life breeder If you gonna be a follower, follow the right leader You scared of the grand dragon, show ya hand bragging Ninety percent of rappers who riding on bandwagons Wetting objects a man getting in your prophets Quick the foil up when they threaten in ya pockets Acting like you got no remorse for life How you a gangsta getting punked by corporate types? You a fraud, living a lie and a facade Im under the control of no man but God Whats wrong when ya putcha opportunities on You really gone, anybody tryna do it alone Now the problems are too insurmountable to stand And the people at the shows you can count em on ya hand Done with no love when a solid hitted fan Spoken to spoke out right follow hit a fan You was arrogant man, never been courted With no respect of those who came before you We can see it an evil side is disagreeable Now people use your shirt to write in yo vehicles Agree the main rights so ya mind will be tight Stop tryna be like fools who tryna be like Everybody who looking for a creative handout Tryna stand in its time to stand out [Hook x2]
tryna, ya, putcha, getcha, corporate