Let me gas this *** right quick
Faulty something, still got it
*** double platinum, I'm trying to go double profit
I'm in my own lane, that independence ***
They back bucket with me, a hundred thousand ***
I'm a pyramid, you a square
I got that from my nigga, Shake the Mayor
Mr. Flamboyant is back, I cut my hair
They wanna see me go pop, but the streets won't let me take it there
It's real as they come, it's a shortage on me
Authentic, organic, no MSG
The goofy can't understand me, they party, they true
And they hella late, they out of touch with the streets
Their favorite rapper is weak to me, they need to stop sleeping on me
See, I'm really from the game, man, I'm a whole nother pedigree
They don't build them like they used to no more
Man, I'm a long bra, I'm made out of steel
These niggas made out of styrofoam
These industry ass niggas, *** em
A&Rs that think that they rappers, *** em
Set trippin' ass DJs, *** em
Close minded program directors, *** em
Internet tough guys, *** em
Managers that steal and lie, *** em
Janky ass promoters, *** em
If they ain't rockin' with it, 40, *** em
These funny ass acting commercialized rappers be killin' me
But they wouldn't be shootin' without radio, BET, IMTV
Everybody wanna know how I got famous, how I became a celebrity
I did it independently, didn't nobody sign me, partner, I signed me
What the *** do we feel to be seen, is he really from the game?
People love me, man, I'm an icon, that's more than just my slang
People bug me, man, like a python, I squeeze on them, man
What you think?
When you gon' retire?
Probably when I expire
You might not see me on the TV channel
But in a hit, I'm still hot, like the left sink handle
Monster like Marlon Brando, keep it lit like a candle
Arsenal like Rambo, it's mandatory, I throw the torch
I'm an intelligent heathen
*** Chico State Police, they banned me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to let you suckers know
I ain't rappin' too fast, y'all just listenin' too slow
These industry ass niggas, *** em
A&Rs that think that they rappers, *** em
Set trippin' ass DJs, *** em
Close minded program directors, *** em
Internet tough guys, *** em
Managers that steal and lie, *** em
Janky ass promoters, *** em
If they ain't rockin' with the 40s, *** em
They thought I was this when I was really that
I've been makin' records before some of y'all was in y'all daddy's nutsack
Raw than ever, matter of fact, I think I'm better than I was
Hell of years ago, sellin' tapes out of liquor stuff
How many years was that, bruh?
I don't know, probably 24, couple of decades or so
The late 80s, about my dough
Did you pitch that, bruh?
Man, I plead the fifth
How did you get rich then, though?
Bitch, by doin' this
Dedication and hard work, sweat and tears
This ain't luck, this one of the worst
Longest runs in any rap career, nigga, what?
I got my name from drinkin' hella beers to the gut
Standin' in front of my home, nicknamed by Derrick John
Got a style of my own, put myself on me and my own money
Just me and my family, I don't know nobody
But my fans and my folks are my real homies
They'll be ready to scrap if somebody say somethin' bad about me
This industry ass niggas, *** em
A&Rs that think that they rappers, *** em
Set trippin' ass DJs, *** em
Close minded program directors, *** em
Internet tough guys, *** em
Managers that steal and lie, *** em
Janky ass promoters, *** em
If they ain't rockin' with it, 40, *** em