80 years in my brain, tellin' me the game gon' changeTime to get rid of all these rappers rappin' the sameWho will stab you in the back for a little bit of fameBinding up the raps and bindin' up the rappers' namesDEA, can I have a beat?What's up with that, homie?Why you actin' like you know me?I don't call for stigmophobiesAnd if you heard it wrong, then it's just a mistakePeople make when they can't see what's real and what's fakeSo I don't understand why these people try to hateOn the song that I makeWhen I know it sounded great80 years to my fate, I don't really knowWhy you smilin' in my face if you ain't feelin' me, thoughLet me say it again, I got no time to pretendI try to stack up my endsLet's keep it business, cause I got my friendsSo where's the dividends?Uh, I don't knowBut I'm sayin', though, you got no cheese, you got to go, hollaThis is for the people who be fakin' the funTalkin' this and thatMight get bummed and dubbed and slumpedAnd it get cropped, and it get so droppedIn the back of the club, where the playas sub, hollaThis is for the people who be fakin' the funTalkin' this and thatMight get bummed and dubbed and slumpedAnd it get cropped, and it get so droppedIn the back of the club, where the playas sub, hollaI just broke it down straight, pound for poundBut I feel I need to break it down to ounces nowThere's nobody that I ever met that ever could be trustedThey say they got your back, but they really leave you bustedBut those the type of people that ain't got no gutsAnd those the same type of people who be eatin' my nutsYou think to rap in school, you should stay in schoolCause everybody that you know would try to hustle youJust because you rock your mom, doesn't mean your flow is tightJust because you buy a mic, just because your skin is whiteAnd if you wanna get signed, there's a million in lineAnd if you're tired of them, you still may never have your timeThen you won't have to worry while your album sales dropJust because your CD's on the shelf, doesn't mean it will be boughtSo you should just be thankful for everything you gotLook at me, I'm happy, and I don't have a lotYo, this for the people who be fakin' their fundsTalking this and that like they Bob the DubAnd slumped and they get clumped and they get so drunkIn the back of the club where they playin' the dubAnton, this for the people who be fakin' their fundsTalking this and that like they Bob the DubAnd slumped and they get clumped and they get so drunkIn the back of the club where they playin' the dubNow if you know you're gonna make it, wish that they can keep believe itAnd if you're gonna try, do it for the right reasonAnd the only one that is gonna build the musicOtherwise I guarantee you will be losingSee it's not confusing, I'm sure you understandThere's more to making money than the money making plansSo I guess I'm done now, that's all I got to sayHey yo, by the way, my name is DEA