1985, I arrived
33 years,
damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music
that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties,
I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance
to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know
somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke,
but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all
frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do,
who the fuck am I?
I heard one of em' diss me, I'm suprised
I ain't trippin',
listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya'
See if I can paint for you
the larger picture
Congrats 'cause you made
it out your mama's house
I hope you make enough
to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat
here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky
lil' rap name
I hear your music and
I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's
a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial
and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's
hot now
See, I've been on a quest
for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs
I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun
and I respect that
But have you ever thought
about your impact?
These white kids love that
you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's ex actly what's
expected when your skin black
They wanna see you dab,
they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from
your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it,
I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think
your song is how it feels
So when you turn up,
you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city,
collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches,
I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people
that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all
that bread that you done blew
I know you think this type
of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just
to tell you that ain't true
One day,
them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit
that made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light
cause they don't show up
Which un fortunately
means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin'
to get hot again
But you for got you only popped
'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you
goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house,
but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends,
I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably
gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit
you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that
you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself
playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause
my skills is tip- top
To any amateur niggas
that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told
you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip- Hop,