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(Verse 1)
If I had a nickle every time I had a nickle and dime
I'd be richer than every line that I done speech you a rhyme
Either way, I'm underpaid like it's an industry conspiracy
Silence baby 'cause they fearing me and my born supremacy
But y'all ain't hearing me
Silly me for standing up against the tirany
But I don't speculate, 'cause I expect the hate
No good deed goes unpunished ,wait
Don't ignore the elephant in the room
If I had a nickle every time I had a nickle and dime
I'd be richer than every line that I done speech you a rhyme
Either way, I'm underpaid like it's an industry conspiracy
Silence baby 'cause they fearing me and my born supremacy
But y'all ain't hearing me
Silly me for standing up against the tirany
But I don't speculate, 'cause I expect the hate
No good deed goes unpunished ,wait
Don't ignore the elephant in the room
They wonders if Ras Kass relevant fuck them buffons
These niggas balls ain't all that
You can trick them 16 years old girls, but most of y'all are wack
It's a shame I heard pop turned his back on a skill
An left politics decide who's hot, and not who's real
In fact, tempers lie in rap
But y'all the hoes 'cause rappers literary be on the track
Niggaz get fame, then act strange
Don't be surprised when you seeing me chilling back stage
Still with a hot chick, rocking shit looking well off
When you was thinking I thought that nigga fell off
(Verse 2)
You got platinum artist bite my punch lines
Like I ain't said that shit 6 years ago
Lunch time go get your school mil
Until the school starts charging for tuition
And it's all in tuition
Trials and tribulations put the god on a mission
Sacrifice until I get to the next level, it's all an audition Till the machine kick in ,my pay rate increase
Like I've been in the NBA trap for 50 years straight
I'm a motherfucking beast
Overdue for a wing, LeBron Miami heat
Club promoters, low balling front dough
My city say overcharge 'em for every time you say no
See, the rap game like Vegas,
The bitches all groupies and they mostly all haters
See you ain't gotta ride with me
When the phantom come bitch don't try to slide with me
Reached out to my friends in the biz
Asking for help, ain't even return my call only concerned for themselves
Thanks for nothing, thanks for frontin'
But I'm aging backwards, nigga Benjamin Button
These niggas balls ain't all that
You can trick them 16 years old girls, but most of y'all are wack
It's a shame I heard pop turned his back on a skill
An left politics decide who's hot, and not who's real
In fact, tempers lie in rap
But y'all the hoes 'cause rappers literary be on the track
Niggaz get fame, then act strange
Don't be surprised when you seeing me chilling back stage
Still with a hot chick, rocking shit looking well off
When you was thinking I thought that nigga fell off
(Verse 2)
You got platinum artist bite my punch lines
Like I ain't said that shit 6 years ago
Lunch time go get your school mil
Until the school starts charging for tuition
And it's all in tuition
Trials and tribulations put the god on a mission
Sacrifice until I get to the next level, it's all an audition Till the machine kick in ,my pay rate increase
Like I've been in the NBA trap for 50 years straight
I'm a motherfucking beast
Overdue for a wing, LeBron Miami heat
Club promoters, low balling front dough
My city say overcharge 'em for every time you say no
See, the rap game like Vegas,
The bitches all groupies and they mostly all haters
See you ain't gotta ride with me
When the phantom come bitch don't try to slide with me
Reached out to my friends in the biz
Asking for help, ain't even return my call only concerned for themselves
Thanks for nothing, thanks for frontin'
But I'm aging backwards, nigga Benjamin Button
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