(Verse 1: Snak) Yo, I'm a f**ing hustla But I ain't slanging coke I'm slanging banging tracks To kids, their calling it dope Truth is this biz Ain't got enough so To clean my f**ing mouth After spitting what I wrote Another mothaf**a Undiscovered by a label Over motivated, medicated, unstable While other mothaf**as Getting videos on cable Paying for their dues Putting G's up on the table Sick to my stomach Full-time Nine to Five Still I've only ever had Enough to survive, I Break my f**ing back Just to lace another track I used to smoke crack Till I learned to f**ing rap Ain't got enough money To take a f**ing crap Yo this sh** ain't funny Yo my brains about to snap If it don't happen soon Then I don't get ahead And I stop making tunes Just consider me dead! (Verse 2: Young Sin) Can you get closer to clearer Than smoke in the mirror Broken to feel this We pushing' more dope Than the dealers Cuz I stay up on my rap sh** It's for my n***as That don't have sh** Come up with sk**s and that's it Ain't got no cla**y video I put it down for my city though Broke, and still pulling pretty ho's Never paying for no feature The creature over these beats From the streets Who'd just rather f**ing eatcha The rap game full of half lame h*mos The souped up budgets and fast lane promos Ya airbrushed photos, ya hype, ya produca's The truth is you still couldn't Tell me where the booth is I be the real McCoy If I didn't have a job I'd still feel employed This Hip Hop's my right And if you wanna be Taking it from me Ya better be taking my life s**a!