Things ainâ€™t the same for gangstas
And skinny jeans ainâ€™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, whatâ€™s the culture inspire in
I know hip hop grows create grows,
But most shit and hip hop now is just growse
I ainâ€™t the mirror, Iâ€™m just mad at rap
I could give a shit, Iâ€™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 â€™cause if for rat
Splinters and your thumb nails snitchin on your Twitter
Thatâ€™s a shit I donâ€™t like, thatâ€™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 ainâ€™t ruin
The molls is bullshit, and music they consuming
I donâ€™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 donâ€™t know what this came came to
When you reckon move slow and your fan base slow
You know what, weâ€™re gonna do your reality show
Under 20 thaw on the Twitter
I donâ€™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 ainâ€™t be hot, your box slappy
Hope you niggas sticky old pay,
Copy, copy, copy.
Sound itâ€™s not over.
No itâ€™s not over.
Iâ€™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 donâ€™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 jeansâ€¦