Copywrite - June (Remix) lyrics

RJD2 drop that sh** so I can drop my thoughts Driftin away, and depress all within listening range Nah but for real I got so much sh** on my mind From fake motherf**ers to my future I'm trying to get in line And doing hip hop in this life in time ain't all nice and fine At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme Full of punchlines and jokes f** ups and punches It's like I can't get sh** right the first time or something When no one knows your name, your vinyl's still in stores Once you get a little light through arguing over who feels it more We got sixteen year old dead heads buying garbage Wanting to keep you from their personal private artists We don't do sh** for the clubs It's for our forty fives Go RJ the archaeologist diggin them up And I'm the same cent To vinyl that gets sent to bash In this for life til my final mic check is cashed