Long Road To F-List Stardom

On a pistol-whip trigger, tryna live in harmony 4th official LP, what the hell is wrong with me? Jake It Till You Make It, I'm running outta chances I'm in my 30's now, there ain't no advances Advance myself forward like a knight on a chessboard Successful corporation but my bed don't have a headboard Not from the projects but got much in common Learned to use chopsticks eating Top Ramen This the last album rapping about pills and side-chicks Time to move on, plus I tend to self dry-snitch But it's been a lot of both since my last official album Gotta get it off my chest, this my last official Valium Even drugs getting gentrified like Brooklyn & Harlem Lost on the long road to F-List Stardom For 5 years the SpaceLAB a block from the Garden Now we in court fighting big business, that's a problem Cashing cashier's checks like the reign will never stop But I'm racing against the clock and my vein's about to pop Paint a picture with a sample, make a sketch that's composite But I ain't chopping one loop without a deposit See my salary is hourly Always face my fears, whether brave or done cowardly Bad at cashing in karma, but I gotta make amends Hope my beats meet receptive ears & proactive pens