E-40 - f** Em' lyrics

Let me gas this sh** right quick UHH! [Verse 1:] 40 Something, still got it f** double platinum I'm try'na go double profit I'm in my own lane, that independent sh** They back f**in with me, a hundred thousand sh** I'm a pyramid you a square I got that from my n***a Shake Da Mayor Mr. Flamboyant is back I cut my head They wanna see me go pop but the streets won't let me take it there As real as they come it's the shortish on me Authenic organic no MSG They diffy can't understand me they tardy They true they hella late they outta touch with the streets They favorite rapper is weak to me they need to stop sleeping on me Separately from the game I'm a whole 'nother pedigree They don't did them like they used to no mo, mane I'm alone Brah I made outta steel these n***as made outta Styrofoam [Hook:] This industry a** n***as (fu*k EM!) A&R's that think that they rappers (fu*k EM!) Set tripping a** DJ's (fu*k EM!) Closed-minded program directors (fu*k EM!) Internet tough guys (fu*k EM!) Managers that steal and lie (fu*k EM!) Janky a** promoters (fu*k EM!) If they ain't rockin' with E-40 (fu*k EM!) [Verse 2:] These funny a** acting commercialize rappers be k**ing me But they wouldn't be sh** without radio, BET or MTV Everybody wanna know how I got famous how I became a celebrity I did it independently didn't nobody signed me potna I signed me What the f** you think E-40 be saying is he really from the game? People love me mane I'm an icon it's more than just my slang People bug me mane like a python I squeeze on em mane When you goin retire? Probably when I expire (uhh) You might not see me on the TV channel But in the hit I'm still hot like the left sink handle Mobster like Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a candle Or sumthing like Rambo who's mandatory I pull the torch (uhh) I'm an intelligent heevan f** Chico State Police, they ban me for no reason And oh yeah, just to let'chu s**ers know I ain't rapping to fast y'all just listening too slow [Hook] [Verse 3:] Uhh! They thought I was this but I was really that I been making records before some of y'all was in y'all daddy's nut sack Water then ever Matta fact I think I'm better than I was hella years ago selling tapes out the liquor sto' How many years was that bro? I don't know Prolly 24 couple of the vaca's or so, the late eighties about my doe Did you pitch that blow? Man I plead the fif How you get rich than tho? b**h by doing this... Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears, this ain't luck This one of the longest runs in any rap career n***a what I got my name from drink and hella beers to the gut Standing in front of my home nicknamed by Derek Jones (b*tch) I been selling my own with my cell phone me and my own money Just me and my family I don't know nobody But my fans and my folks and my real homies That be ready to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad about me [Hook]