[Chorus]
I'm straight man, not scraping
For these papers that you all chasing
And I'm great man, I'm straight man
What you all chasing?
[Verse 1]
All that underground hip hop, all these Gucci flip flops
Squeezing blood out of pennies, n***a every drip drop
Not at the tip top but got a nice view
Of it when the sun hits the window, my god, you love it
Smoke good, drink good, eat a lot of steak, man
I can hit the Chevy lot and leave with paper plates man
I still pay my bills when my sh** is late man
I ain't got hella skrill but I'm living straight man
Watch the Raider game on the sixty inch plasma
That ain't half-bad for an independent rapper
? spending grip putting sips to my lip
While my b**h is skinny dipping water's bluer than a crip
I take my little cousin shoe-shopping dropping rent money
Eat somewhere yummy, hit Laurie's and go gummy
It ain't sh** but money, I blow it, I get it back
I get it back, I blow it, I live it the way I know it
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 2]
Feels good to be a free man flying up the coastline
LA, can I get a Westside one time?
And it's all off of rhyme, I make money off my mind
If you know me then you know that I be dummy on my grind
I am out there getting it, I ain't got no plan B
I'm an artist or nothing, I will starve, understand me?
Think I took the easy route? n***a, we should chitchat
If this thing falls flat I ain't got no get-back
So I appreciate every song, every show
Any n***a that support me it means more than you know
So I leave the stage pouring sweat, t-shirt soaking wet
Amped up and out of breath making sure you don't forget
That you can be anywhere but you chose to f** with me
And I'mma make it so you don't regret that you stuck with me
I really love all y'all, let's party till the roof pops
The gutter to the roof top, long live hop hop
[Chorus x 4]