/Hopelessly devoted since I was child/ Took forth your comfort through tribulations and trials/ It’s escape not found through a blunt or a vile/ In love with your style, and the speakers, they smile/ Picked up the mic like…/Yes Yes Ya’ll, 1-2 Ya’ll And It Don’t Stop/ The industry will not read the eulogy of hip-hop/ Dear Mister Record Executive/ Why you exploit the art that will lets us live?/ Turn people to pawns and make impressions on kids/ Make light of our own confessions of sin/


Left a trail that leads back to normalcy/ A way back if I fall to the fallacy/ Where’s the contract and where’s the advance/ Too poor for a lawyer, no hope for a chance/ Said you like the buzz I got doing my own thing/ Promise that together, we’ll expand on my growing/ Now I’m with producers, say I’m preachy and cheesy/ Tell me swag it up and just pretend that I’m Jeezy/

Fall from the constellation/ All to Execs. Elation/ Fucked without penetration/ And they keep saying patience/ Tell me start a beef or two-step like Unk/ Ask where’s the eight-o-eights, needs something with thump/ Here scratching my head like what in the fuck?/ Thought it was dope beats and dope rhymes from the jump/ Say you need a gimmick to hell with your lyrics/ You ever been shot, or have a problem with spirits/ Dual personalities or something of interest/ I mean damn, your too skinny to appeal to the women/ You’re a southern boy, so where the hell is your accent?/ Your white too, you ever been on a tractor?/ I’ve been in a few battles and plenty of ciphers/ I can move a crowd and I’m a helluva writer/ Got the charisma of a young Roddy Piper/ But you’d rather have me play the role of a liar/ Create some image to which the world should aspire/ Have me prance around stage in some goofy attire/ Try to outsmart the bitch before I’m thrown in the pot/ Because all I ever wanted to be was Crock/