I really ain’t got time for this
You know what I’m saying?
I got things to do, places to do them.
And they still calling me,
Emails, text messages,
How these people get my phone number?
Fuck this, I need a break
It’s high inflation
My margins is razor thin
I’m doing this shit extra hard
And the crowd is loving it,
Sixteen to twenty-five eating it up,
and I’m forty on this bitch
I consume jazz tunes under dope flows
The people like it dense,
Vocabulary intense,
Line up a word for every beat
And that def is intricate
They charge by the letter
You go beasty on, get that rhyme on
But struggle to keep the studio lights on
It’s a metaphor for something
The big lesson while the beat thumping
Commentary on scrutiny
For sensitivity sake
Good thing I ain’t eating on this shit
Everything’s a business
You give out to gather
To sustain you gotta
Manage that, be big time
To get enough
Nah, man, nah
They on some spam shit
Steady hitting me up
I ain’t selling for less than six figures
Niggas steady blowing me up
I don’t care if the lights off
This my shit, I slaved for this shit
Shut this shit off and bring the beat back
I let go my performance on em
Tell stories on em, get lit
Pop a tale so tall, ya neck split
And my commission a hundred percent
Fifty K for a verse, a few puns here
A loud one there, shits bonkers
I’m all over it
I don’t show for nothing, I’m a king
Big feet stomping, everywhere I go
Leave the club thumping, shit so magical
Steady money scheming, cash is my fucking thing
And I don’t like yellow M&Ms
Take them shits out
Before I let go on this
We gotta talk figures,
That’s Just whats up
Don’t be looking at me
To unleash the beast for free
Thats for common niggas
I’m an extraordinary nigga
I’m big league, next level
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