[Intro]
Okay, yeah
[Verse]
Rappin' ain't makin' no money, it's back to trappin'
Everybody from my city tryna make it but they haven't
Everybody keep claimin' they the biggest, but they cappin'
I just look at Spotify for artists then continue laughin'
It's a joke, but I know how it goes
Promotion of a style; you ain't livin' 'cause you broke, pssh
Everybody knows Blue Benches is the realest sh*t you wrote
When everybody know you lyin', so you got nothing to show
But doing shows as a freshman, five dollar tickets
Only sold fifteen, so I'm buyin' five tickets
Just so I can outsell every artist on the bill
It's hard to keep it real when you grow up in this business
So f*ck, I was leaving rings around the tub when I took baths
Every time I needed money was time to take out the mask
I don't claim to be a gangster; claim to be a thug
I just made some bad decisions, these locals should listen up
And what the f*ck