A little something For your ears Just to hear and know my album coming Know me when I run it No marathon Carry on with ya lives and quit tryna get ya scary on It's not workin' Like a homeless man Sure is damn glad to work in An industry surrounded with fake lyrics and beats Makin' fly street records really you don't hear a peep Not callin' out anyone Except Chief Keef Gucci Mane, Birdman, and Mustard on the beat Migos, Future, Young Thug, Peewee Used to be one of the best but now sadly Jeezy We see all you fakes and frankly we're laughin' at you You want real spittas? Go study some Lu and Papoose Sit back and crack Wu-Tang and Pac, Big, and Em too Soul, Mac, Action, Zay, I just gave you 10 dudes Each one alones better than the music you jam to Slam two CD's on the table demand a signing Another dude walks into the label gazin his eyes beam Red high, slips under an EP of autotune "Your musics more rhythmic than his, get out Sorry dude Probably use Your more inspiring and creative Music to play in the back of my car while I'm star gazing Y'all hate this I know you want some real hip hop back I got 3 drug infested gangstas who are prospects Stop this They're real I guess you'll make an appeal Heres a half a**ed deal We'll Barely promote your projects" While Mr. Got Money's out sippin lean with his diamonds It's progress