[Blueprint] Its my time, Im bout to blow You slept first, but now you know The rap game, a thousand clones All worried about their clothes I used to chill at my home, now Im all about the road Moving, locking down the shows, hit the tele, count the dough Shake hands, make plans, rent vans, make fans God damn, this is how a little boy became a man You want the fame and all the riches, big name model bitches But you dont want to hustle twice as hard to try to get it You got a lot to whine about. While you talking, wilding out, Im posted outside the club, working passing flyers out Whats Prints life about? The same thing I rhyme about Make good music and give my fans something to smile about You ought to try it out, we like to call it honesty Its the best policy, the reason why they follow me My reputation precedes me, the rap game needs me Cause I do the impossible, but I make it look easy Now all the underdogs wanna take shots at my figure Cause Im eating real big and didnt invite them to dinner You wasnt there when I put it in the oven. So when its time to break bread, cousin, dont ask me for nothin Everybody got a rhyme, if not a rhyme they got a beat If not kis of cocaine, they all packing heat So what they really telling me when they aint outselling me? And everything they say and do is fueled by their jealousy I know youre trying to politic, and Im only involved with it So you can get in the game, take the ball and then run with it They tried to hit me with the same thing that you fell for Make it more commercial, Print You probably would sell more But Im eating now, so Im like, What the hell for? Telling me to change only makes me rebel more But radio dont want that, Print dont fit the format Tell dude to change it up, and maybe he can come back I made this in my basement when you wasnt even there To express my feelings, not to be played on the air So am I wrong or secure if I really dont care If this ever turns into something that anybody hears Man, Im an artist, these other dudes shook I write my album on my sidekick no paper, no notebooks Then rhyme for five minutes straight With no breaks and no hooks No punchlines, no similes, so Im easy to overlook But Grooveshack, Theives World, Expo, Scribble Jam Ive been around in every single era and Im still the man And while I may not get the same hype as the next man Everything in my life is going according to His plan So thank God for every fan, every single listener Who told me to make the art, you dont gotta switch it up You put it out, well pick it up. Do you, stay strong Youre the main reason we dont turn our radios on
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