Sounds About Nothing

Before I save the world, I know I gotta save myself I still infatuated with the cars, clothes, and wealth Forget the hoes, pussy never been a problem I often dream about being better than Nas and Common I got my weight up Every night I stayed up developed flows, told mom that I promise Ima blow Man of my word, one day I'll be heard Told God keep a real nigga spot reserved Addicted to the fast life Want cash like a bank or a Jewish Rabbi, Standby A.B.C. don't need know allies Im taking over Zone 6 Next Ima own the world like Monopoly shit Who stopping me bitch? I look around my city engulfed in poverty Properties foreclose, so people rob more stores Thought that shit was obvious? Lobbyist think they can persuade the government, development of a hierarchy I know I'm hardly the one to pick up a gun and bust Even though it's apparent I haven't made enough Still I spend most of what I have on nice hat, shoes, bags Tags pop the same times gats pop And when my time come I guarantee I'll die stuntin' And If I die young I pray my kids see a hunnid You rappers are redundant, sittin' in my stomach I promise that my mixtape is something that you'll be discussing. I put my heart in this caring bout what other people think is what ya problem is Try to be ya own man nigga, deliver yo gift to the world Pack it up, wrap it up Now you see these haters tryna dap you up Don't matter if your'e black or white so f*ck what they say We're all equal up in God's eyes regardless if Gay Always be yaself, no one can stand in your way And I'll be saying what I feel until I'm sprayed with a K I'm not a master, Im just a student You losing without me even trying Real rap is coming back That other shit is declining