[Intro] [Blueprint Speaking]
Yo, you know. Everywhere I go, fools be like
"Print! Where's the album at man? When the-when the f** are you comin' out man?"
I'm like, "Homie. I told you already man. I workin' on that sh**
It's comin' man. It's comin' right down the pipe. Seriously"
[Verse One]
Thanks for y'all patience
Glad y'all could make it
"Where's your new record?", I guess I'm anticipated
I get asked so much it's gettin' hard to take it
I'm about to f** around and tell y'all my dog at it
Psych, I'm only playin'
But really y'all can name it
I probably been through it so I might as well explain it
A couple years back, the art seemed so sacred
I know what a cla**ic is and now I wanna make it
Two years awaitin', in the crib, creatin'
Once I finish it I find out I gotta change it
See my mentality with samples is, "Just take it"
Never thought that who I sampled might not appreciate it
Ain't sure how I got away with it
In the past
But this time around they probably gon' sue my a**
I guess there's no more doin' what I want to do
Clearin' samples legally, yeah right, c'mon dude
Kanye, the only man that can afford to
So if you ain't him, you starin' at a lawsuit
[Blueprint speaking]
Damn, oh word? It's like that? Okay
[Verse Two]
f** it I ain't mad, but everybody asks
"Why you ain't drop yet like these other guys have?"
I ain't trippin' on them, I'm on my path
But to be honest with you, my hard drive crashed
I know it's kinda bad, lost a couple rhymes I had
It's kinda sad no matter what kind of grind you have
I let some time past
f** it, refined my craft
Sky's the limit, but the ceiling's kinda like gla**
Might hit your head on it if you rising fast
And you can only break through it if you write a smash
Album cover done
Asked my man's opinion
He said, "It's cool, but you can probably make a bigger statement."
I'm like, "Damn fam. You prolly right
If I'm gonna knock it out of sight then it gotta be tight."
Funny what you think is great
I think is just aiight
And what I think is great you might think ain't tight
It's just music man
Ain't no right or wrong
The formula can teach people how to write a song
No guarantee that people gonna like a song
So let me end this sh** and get my album done
I'm out