| Whuddup’tho
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| Check it out, it’s the end of the beginning
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| The end being of like10 years ago when I first started rapping
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| All I wanted to do was make shit
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| Get it to people; |
| see what they thought
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| And see how they felt about it, get my props or whatever
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| Now it’s the end of that
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| Cause now I gotta do in-stores, photo shoots, interviews
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| (You guys come over here!)
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| Check the head with the fucking reps, man
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| And now it’s like, it’s not about you and me anymore
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| My job is to get it to the people, not the people who diss me
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| But the people who are feeling me, give you the
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| Soundtrack for your life (For you)
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| Now when I came to the game I was wet behind the ears
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| All I had was some raps that I wanted y’all to hear
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| Straight low budget I was underground thuggin' it
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| You think I gave a fuck about a publicist? |
| (NO!)
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| You think I gave a fuck if you dubbed this shit? |
| (NO!)
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| Now the industry is runnin' this underground shit (What?)
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| The industry is runnin' this underground shit (Oh!)
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| Now what that means is my crew wants a street team
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| My crew wants a video so they can be seen
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| And that was my dream since I was pre-teen
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| But as I got older and the world got colder
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| Reality swooped and put the dreams over
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| Now I’m content with the mastery of words
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| Realize the importance is just being heard
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| By fans who love you and you love them
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| And honestly it’s love that moves this pen
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| It’s about me!
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| It’s about you!
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| Now what I’m trying to say is fuck a middle man
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| I just wanna make music and get it in your hands
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| All the bullshit in between is senseless
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| Just to get to you I gotta hop a few fences
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| Interviews, record pools, managers, checker fools
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| Lawyers, logos, contracts, promos, photos
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| Conference, contracts, constant combat
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| The psycho’s cycle burnin' me out
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| I just wanna rock the mic and turn the party out
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| Earn a little clout with the butter in my mouth
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| But all the politics and bullshit make me wanna shout
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| (MOTHERFUCKER! *growling under his voice*)
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| So an unintelligible rebel with a flow
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| So if y’all wanna step to my level then fa’sho
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| Let’s go, strap bombs, lap on, kick com
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| Do what you wanna do 'cause it’s all about you
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| Look, I don’t do it for my wealth I do it for myself
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| And the moment you pick this up up off the shelf
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| See, you chose me and that means a lot
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| Work hard for your money and this is what you bought
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| Divine expert so far my best work
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| Is yet to be seen, but I’m steppin' to the green
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| With a putter in my hand spreadin' butter over bland
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| Was just another fan, now I’m addin' to the plot
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| Not thinking I’m the man 'cause I have what I got
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| Knowing you can lose it all in just one shot
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| But like I said I’m on the green staying down to earth
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| L.A. is the set, MidTown’s the turf
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| But I’m speaking to the world when I pound this verse
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| Right through this mic into your ears
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| Took less than a second for me to get here
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| So forget your fears, and peep this here
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| By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a nigga, c’mon |