[Chorus] I'm straight man, not scraping For these papers that you all chasing And I'm great man, I'm straight man What you all chasing? [Verse 1] All that underground hip hop, all these Gucci flip flops Squeezing blood out of pennies, n***a every drip drop Not at the tip top but got a nice view Of it when the sun hits the window, my god, you love it Smoke good, drink good, eat a lot of steak, man I can hit the Chevy lot and leave with paper plates man I still pay my bills when my sh** is late man I ain't got hella skrill but I'm living straight man Watch the Raider game on the sixty inch plasma That ain't half-bad for an independent rapper ? spending grip putting sips to my lip While my b**h is skinny dipping water's bluer than a crip I take my little cousin shoe-shopping dropping rent money Eat somewhere yummy, hit Laurie's and go gummy It ain't sh** but money, I blow it, I get it back I get it back, I blow it, I live it the way I know it [Chorus x 2] [Verse 2] Feels good to be a free man flying up the coastline LA, can I get a Westside one time? And it's all off of rhyme, I make money off my mind If you know me then you know that I be dummy on my grind I am out there getting it, I ain't got no plan B I'm an artist or nothing, I will starve, understand me? Think I took the easy route? n***a, we should chitchat If this thing falls flat I ain't got no get-back So I appreciate every song, every show Any n***a that support me it means more than you know So I leave the stage pouring sweat, t-shirt soaking wet Amped up and out of breath making sure you don't forget That you can be anywhere but you chose to f** with me And I'mma make it so you don't regret that you stuck with me I really love all y'all, let's party till the roof pops The gutter to the roof top, long live hop hop [Chorus x 4]