Blog threads are no good, they mess my day up
No respect straight up unless you got your cake up
Paper related, you owe me? you better pay up
The industry was sleeping on me I made em wake up
Now they walk around with empty coffee cups like they stayed up
Flip 'em the middle finger on my way up, my minds made up
To get stacks before my hair starts to grey up
Uh my last contract was kinda wack
I ain't trying to end my career with a faustian pact
Cos I'm exhausted with rap I'm a boss gimmie dap
Front liner you punks get tossed in the back
You got beef I got punch lines and I'm flossing with that
I'm not forcing it black, I sit back and let the beat go
Like Zubito, I'm doing this for my people
Keeping it moving, even if I creep slow
I pass ports, Lagos, Berlin and Heathrow
Check I spin hay into gold
Modostiltskin some still hating the bro
Till I hit the road and make a truck load of dough
Slow your row, don't reach and don't bell me
Fare weather I don't believe whatever you tell me
I'm off the hook boo I'm busy so email me
Like a bad case of armpit funk, I know you smell me
I fell in love with a lying whore
She got made I found out who she spying for
Kicked her out, changed the locks and bought an iron door
I got real fans they say I'm worth dying for
You got temporary props, flying shores
I'm applying laws alien to science
Non compliant to you and your wack clients
We fought giants in the age of defiance
Before we found out we had a mole in the alliance
You know we have a mole in the alliance
And that's a serious problem