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(Enviyon On The Mix) Yeah Yeah (We don't take no L) Yeah My manager called me today Said I still can't get no radio play And that e-mail from "Drake" Is probally fake Checked the IP, that shit came straight from Bombay Not again, bitch I can't believe I'm going through this shit again, bitch I mean this is like my fucking tenth attempt, bitch I think I should just go over there and end shit I'm gonna burn that motherfucker down Oh my God, think I just heard my fuckin' stomach growl again No groceries, now I'm going into town again Can't afford a Big Mac, guess I'll get a Quarter Pounder then Got my order wrong, now I gotta go around again Guess this time I'll just order louder man You know this burger is tasting kinda sour man Do you think it's 'cause of the fact that I shouted man? Nah, I doubt it man Shoulda gone to Burger King But for some reason I just cannot trust their onion rings Yeah It's pretty troubling Think it might be from a song that someone sings Then my cellphone rings My manager called me today Said I still can't get no radio play And that e-mail from "Drake" Is definitely fake Checked the bank account linked to a "Mr Bond James" Ooh Why they always wanna do me dirty homie? Ooh Why the f*ck they thinking I ain't worthy homie? Ooh Why the f*ck they always fuckin' swerving on me? It's their funeral, welcome to the ceremony AK too damn big to tuck it F*ck it I'm about to take it out in public Ain't nobody bringing up the motherfucking subject Tell security to move or he can fucking snuff it F*ck it I just sprayed him for the f*ck of it The industry wanna use me like a puppet bitch I picked up his shotgun and I point it at another bitch She tryna tell me that she ain't even part of this I pumped the pump And then I slumped the chump Don't make me take a chunk out of another punk When I say "jump" you jump And do not bump your gums And don't nobody get no blood on my Air Force 1's Made my way to the radio booth Seen a motherfucker sitting, getting interviewed Picked up my tool Aimed it at his family jewels Nothing left to say except "Doof, doof, doof" Sat down in the motherfucking seat Fished in my pocket, pulled out a USB Gave it to the DJ, told him "Play this fucking shit for me" Now the whole city busy listening to R.I.E Ooh I called my manager today Told him I finally got that radio play He said "Man, I got something better to say I was wrong about those e-mails it was actually Drake" Ooh Ooh Ooh Uh Uh Uh Haha, yeah right