[Verse One: G, The Wiz] I was out on my own, out of my league Working two jobs just to pay off my dreams It was a awhile ago when I was ready to go When I hit up bunch of rappers just to book up a show As an opener as a supporting act I had a resume and the songs to match No ratchet trap sh** Just sh** you can dance with But none was happening And no one was buying Yet I went to the shows Supporting the artists When the songs they played were all lacking substance And all the fans were tired and on their seventh drink I couldn't believe this is what we're taught is music Just pure vulgarity Repetition so ugly These be the same rappers talking sh** about Iggy Saying she ain't a rapper, I am a rapper Yet your spitting thin bars your rhymes bulimic Venue only put you on because you look like Bieber So to the ones writing songs The ones with zero calls Who put in all the effort just trynna get on Underground is where it's at And we'll never forget that