Things ain’t the same for gangstas And skinny jeans ain’t it changed the game up, Ocean out the closet, rusel applaud in Hip hop award check for Antoine Darsin No this the rusel, a social environment No dick can touch it, what’s the culture inspire in I know hip hop grows create grows, But most shit and hip hop now is just growse I ain’t the mirror, I’m just mad at rap I could give a shit, I’m on a platinum plat My catalogue tells all that The stories I spit, the homes where I trap The homies never made it out who got clapped The homies is never coming out ’cause if for rat Splinters and your thumb nails snitchin on your Twitter That’s a shit I don’t like, that’s a deal killer But... will prevail straight out the sew Turn my... affects up, so your ears ca view em Hopefully they young consumer ain’t ruin The molls is bullshit, and music they consuming
I don’t know what this game came to When your swag is not clean And you looks not me, you know what? Tighten em up get us anything I don’t know what this came came to When you reckon move slow and your fan base slow You know what, we’re gonna do your reality show
Under 20 thaw on the Twitter I don’t give a shit all tries a pinch hitter In the clinch I run base to crack pinches Nowadays molly make the silly guilt guide free Everybody goons, no ice hocky You niggas ain’t be hot, your box slappy Hope you niggas sticky old pay, Copy, copy, copy.
Sound it’s not over. It is. No it’s not over. It is I’ts not what I paid you for. Listen. I need you to continue to make music, I need you to do this whole song. I don’t want you to stop now, so next tape. My song listen to you in this iPad, listen to you iPad This eyes balls and I bought your record. Put in your skinny jeans…