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Yo lemme talk that talk And also walk that walk Everyone scream loyalty And change up for royalty Stop saying you love When it ain't been proven If it's push to shove I know what side I'm choosing Niggas acting like bitches Bitches acting like niggas Game flipped like light switches The real don't get any figures YaYo said you die for cold fries Aimed between the eyes Closed casket a Mother cries I'm not telling any lies This life is so real Wigs split with the steel If you food you a meal Lemme vent how I feel Rest in peace Kay Slay OG really fed the streets He helped pave the way So real niggas can body beats I pay homage to the greats My style's from the crates Essence of the culture Surrounded by vultures Hip-Hop is my heart I knew from the start I had a gift with the art My pen is a liquid dart F*ck biting my tongue My nuts gotta be hung New York radio is washed And never support real talent Truth can't be squashed Radio has a shitty palette What happened to bars in rap New York fell off the map And started jacking styles We gotta turn back the dials Return to the peaks and summit Cause the culture took a plummet I'm in this for the greatness Not for fame or chart placement Authentic to my nature So it's f*ck any hater They love you when you pop But hate the music you drop The industry is full of fakes These rap niggas is Jakes Word to Fif I see the Wanksters Trying so hard to be gangsters Nigga just be yourself You ain't built to be someone else Never sugarcoat truth I'm danger in the booth There's a lot of fake grinning When they see you winning Niggas moving funny When you getting money Let's keep it a buck How many rappers actually suck This isn't any hate It's a topic of debate Why do we glorify trash And never celebrate class Niggas rather have fame Instead of critical acclaim I want longevity in the game Platinum Plus like L or Kane Cause I'm fucking sick with it In my New Era well fitted Paying homage to the past Quality is meant to last A student of the game Trying to establish my name You niggas are so strange Quick to sell your ass for change My gifts are God-given Ambition's goal driven I left the streets alone Niggas is dead and gone I got in my zone And started writing songs Life is of the essence So live it in the present Bless the world with presence Life can be pleasant Finger f*ck the industry Keeping that same energy They can't define success Their roster doesn't impress BET is a fucking joke All the Exec's be on coke All of the awards are rigged I sit back and laugh So many puppets on strings Destiny isn't written Destiny is made I'm my only competition History is paved You really live that life Nah you front for the clout I can tell you about strife I know what struggle's about Industry niggas are plants So they gotta get smoked Can't even recoup the advance But be quick to say you broke What a fucking joke These niggas are fumes I toke
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