Listen to the last verse on that song LAY LOW, more shit like what Game Warden posted
Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise
And though it seem it ain’t gon’ stop - I still rise
Above this bullshit hip-hop - I still rise
Supply - wise words disguised in rhyme verse
I curse - what these niggas is sayin’ ain’t nothin’ real
Just fairy tales of pimpin’ these sistas and making mail
I see ‘em pose, see the bitchy roles they play
See these videos is shitty - see the way we portrayed
See these sellin’out acts that’s sellin’ out rap
Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks
Redefine black manhood - defy the lie we rise up
Fuck this bullshit - survival or die
See em thuggin’ niggas muggin with that criminal pout
See ‘em frown in every photo - see that shit in they mouth
See ‘em tatted lookin’ battered chasin’ pussy and weed
They making hookers outtas queens - every video feed
I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack
Every record every act has gotcha thinkin’ it’s black
To act a fool chasin’ pussy like it’s hard to get
I see these crackas think it’s cool bein’ niggas for chips
I split jiggabo chins, analyze these trends
If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin’ flowers to kin
Ain’t nothin’ easy in this world - struggle makes the man
Don’t let these motherfuckas do you - understand the plan
and believe