Verse 1: What I'm here to tell is the truth Nothing but the f**in truth Let this music consume me Let me go back to it's f**in roots Working hard to get to the top Let me bear its f**in fruits Wait I'm having seconds thoughts Looking at these f**in feuds These emcees act like f**in babies Rappin bout b**hes money and weed Driving a Mercedes It's crazy if maybe Mackaveli was alive It ain't a surprise that it would've been a blessing in disguise I've been advised to shut my mouth Cuz I'm right in the middle of the fine line Racism is contagious like rabies Pacs offspring next to Kendrick, Me Might be able to change this Game. f** the Fame Listen to today's music It's so f**in useless Everyone can rap Thanks to these engineers Making a mil being whack Thanks to these record deals That music so appealing Clubs banging that sh** 24/7 You love its feeling Yeah I know, the beat was f**in great But Have you ever been able to relate To the sh** that they be sayin? I guess not cuz I've been struggling To do the same Verse 2: It's time for second verse I hope I can match it with the first I feel like I'm the only one Doing this for fun f** the money f** the glory Doing this solely to avoid witnessing these phonies Getting recognized as the prized possessions of this generation I don't owe a f**in explanation for this ruthless aggression My intervention is the only valid option Defying odds just like Magic Johnson is with HIV I'm a musician and a fighter just like Muhammad Ali Listening to yall sh**, I'm past it It made me f**in realize What am I lacking? It feels like I'm strapped in and rapping Through a roller coaster ride of all these people attacking me and calling me a f**in wannabe. Atleast I wanna be like the realest emcees in this geography I ought to be on the biggest stage I gotta be. To save this game You gotta f**in believe in this wannabe