Wale - The Artistic Integrity lyrics

Okay, uh, look. If you wanna just keep doing the same old thing, maybe this idea is not for you. I for one am not going to compromise my artistic integrity. And I'll tell you something else, this is the show. And we're not gonna change it Never will I ever utter never to myself Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf I never back up like Cleo Lemon on myself Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out When life gets sour know I still devour I remember Peabody mice crawling up the shower Now it's motorbikes, warm nights out in Maui And white b**hes and light skinned women be smilin' DC star, a PG legend MoCo phenomenon Holmes I'm all of it Yeah, they all love it though critique Jon Lovitz And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change If you never do, still n***as look at you strange n***as mostly a**ume, n***as make up they news Once you made it you cool, they label you brand new Really in subconscious They see a star no longer the underdog So nobody wanna walk with ya They all talk like you think you was a god n'sh** But you the same that you always is Yeah, they all convinced but all for sh** This all be different if you had an office key, yeah And I'm the same, on e'erything I love, or everything I love Please pardon my integrity What were you thinking? What was going on in your mind? "Artistic Integrity"? Wh-where did you come up with that? You're not artistic, and have no integrity You know you really need some help, a regular psychiatrist couldn't even help you Check it, so, my chin's high like a Japanese pilot They frontin', they Charles S. Dutton movin' garbage And what you callin' that so-called hard sh**? None like me, like I, founded a convent To contend my content I'm on ends meet like a vegetable omelette, see? So the more you see, it's few n***as speakin' like me So they put me in the box with he, and he And them which is more of a circus than a fair They work to get there so to work to get theirs I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror Respect still there but ya boy's right here We apples and oranges but everybody pears They say I'm Lupe, they say I'm Lil' Wayne They say I'm too Jay to portray new-lay They say I'm too nice to be a rapper The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened They label me a backpackin' n***a on fashion I laugh at 'em, though Mr. West I ain't mad at ya See, he in his soul mode, I'm in my go go Only thing in common is these f**in' Matsumotos Yeah live from the SoHo, and hov told me I'd blow Joe See I rap like a lifetime blown nose All I know is I'm merely at Allah's nose Meaning I'm lesser than a god but higher up than ya'll A lion in form, Matt Leinart when firing the ball Pause Maya Angelou spawn, abandoned and raised by Nas Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns I found my own lane, meet Mr. Folarin