Fuck The Masses

Yeah Look Uh I been thinking like Maybe I should stop rhyming The way to make it I'm not finding Wish it would stop hiding I got this shit down to a science Should be crowned as iconic 50 Cent got filthy rich Guess I'm the one who dies tryin Been that diamond shining but it's rough Been knuckling up I speak my peace and don't give a f*ck Bout ruffling up The feathers of these vultures and ducks You fuckers get plucked Me and the bros who fucking wit us Who want it wit us Been goin thru too much to discuss Don't wanna discuss What's up and I reply nothing much to cover it up Hoes telling me it's love when it's lust It's nothin with us They swear to me they wanna give up The clubbing and such Can barley breathe because I feel stuck Man something is up Shit driving me so bunkers and nuts So buckle it up If you ride with me then jump in the truck Don' crunk this bitch up Knew obviously it was gonna get tough But what in the f*ck Yeah Self awareness my conscious tapped in Dead give away the locs and ankh medallion In the matrix following bunny rabbits I been chillin and I been spazzing to keep up the balance I been killing whoever's rapping to keep up a challenge When I'm kicking what's in my pad you see it's nothing average A lunch of rappers hunt and catch them wit this gun I pack How come a bunch of songs and albums from him but ain't nothin happen I guess who f*ck with me gonna f*ck with me and f*ck the masses Bastards