Verse 1:
What I'm here to tell is the truth
Nothing but the f**in truth
Let this music consume me
Let me go back to it's f**in roots
Working hard to get to the top
Let me bear its f**in fruits
Wait I'm having seconds thoughts
Looking at these f**in feuds
These emcees act like f**in babies
Rappin bout b**hes money and weed
Driving a Mercedes
It's crazy if maybe Mackaveli was alive
It ain't a surprise that it would've been a blessing in disguise
I've been advised to shut my mouth
Cuz I'm right in the middle of the fine line
Racism is contagious like rabies
Pacs offspring next to Kendrick, Me
Might be able to change this
Game. f** the Fame
Listen to today's music
It's so f**in useless
Everyone can rap
Thanks to these engineers
Making a mil being whack
Thanks to these record deals
That music so appealing
Clubs banging that sh** 24/7
You love its feeling
Yeah I know, the beat was f**in great
But Have you ever been able to relate
To the sh** that they be sayin?
I guess not cuz I've been struggling
To do the same
Verse 2:
It's time for second verse
I hope I can match it with the first
I feel like I'm the only one
Doing this for fun
f** the money f** the glory
Doing this solely to avoid witnessing these phonies
Getting recognized as the prized possessions of this generation
I don't owe a f**in explanation for this ruthless aggression
My intervention is the only valid option
Defying odds just like Magic Johnson is with HIV
I'm a musician and a fighter just like Muhammad Ali
Listening to yall sh**, I'm past it
It made me f**in realize
What am I lacking?
It feels like I'm strapped in and rapping
Through a roller coaster ride of all these people attacking me and calling me a f**in wannabe. Atleast I wanna be like the realest emcees in this geography
I ought to be on the biggest stage
I gotta be. To save this game
You gotta f**in believe in this wannabe