(Verse 1: Snak)
Yo, I'm a f**ing hustla
But I ain't slanging coke
I'm slanging banging tracks
To kids, their calling it dope
Truth is this biz
Ain't got enough so
To clean my f**ing mouth
After spitting what I wrote
Another mothaf**a
Undiscovered by a label
Over motivated, medicated, unstable
While other mothaf**as
Getting videos on cable
Paying for their dues
Putting G's up on the table
Sick to my stomach
Full-time Nine to Five
Still I've only ever had
Enough to survive, I
Break my f**ing back
Just to lace another track
I used to smoke crack
Till I learned to f**ing rap
Ain't got enough money
To take a f**ing crap
Yo this sh** ain't funny
Yo my brains about to snap
If it don't happen soon
Then I don't get ahead
And I stop making tunes
Just consider me dead!
(Verse 2: Young Sin)
Can you get closer to clearer
Than smoke in the mirror
Broken to feel this
We pushing' more dope
Than the dealers
Cuz I stay up on my rap sh**
It's for my n***as
That don't have sh**
Come up with sk**s and that's it
Ain't got no cla**y video
I put it down for my city though
Broke, and still pulling pretty ho's
Never paying for no feature
The creature over these beats
From the streets
Who'd just rather f**ing eatcha
The rap game full of half lame h*mos
The souped up budgets and fast lane promos
Ya airbrushed photos, ya hype, ya produca's
The truth is you still couldn't
Tell me where the booth is
I be the real McCoy
If I didn't have a job
I'd still feel employed
This Hip Hop's my right
And if you wanna be
Taking it from me
Ya better be taking my life
s**a!