This is anti-clean rap, n***a where the green at?
Risks I take you'd swear I had the balls the size of bean bags
Not what you're used to, b**h I rep the Bruiser
And the label Fool's Gold, jeans with Medusa
b**hes wanna scoop us, get p**y like loofahs
Y'all n***as losers cop clothes from the boosters
Hoes wanna choose up, of course they gon' choose us
So though you need a stylist also you need a tutor
These stupid-a** n***as wouldn't know what to do
So they copy wack n***as, that's what they made you
The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fails
Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales
So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single
That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, play it all night long
You never get on, without a radio song
So this my radio song, this my radio song
She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse
Songs with no feelings, but she feel my thang on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk
Until it skeet skeet, on the walls and her shirt
She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, cause b**h I ain't tricking
Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but b**h I ain't Puffy
Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi
Heavy duty Chevy, not a Beamer, Benz or Bentley
There's no originality, carbon copy singles
He made Black and Yellow, I'mma make it black and emo
That's why these wack rappers, they never last long
Don't care about music, just radio songs
So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single
That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, play it all night long
You never get on, without a radio song
So this my radio song, this my radio song