it's my time, I'm bout to blow you slept first, now you know the rap game, a thousand clones all worried about they clothes I used to chill, at my home Now I'm all about the road Moving, locking down the shows Hit the telly, count the dough Shake hands, make plans, rent vans, make fans, God damn This is how a little boy became a man You want the fame and all the riches Big name model bitches But you don't wanna hustle twice as hard to try to get it You got a lot to wine about While you talking wildin out I'm posted outside the club working passing flyers out what's Print's life about? The same thing I rhyme about make good music and give my fans something to smile about you outta try it out, we like to call it honesty it's the best policy, the reason why they follow me my reputation proceeds me, the rap game needs me cause I do the impossible, but make it look easy now all the underdogs wanna take shots at my figure cause I'm eatin real big and didn't invite them to dinner you wasn't there when I put it in the oven so when it's time to break bread cousin don't ask me for nothing everybody got a rhyme, if not a rhyme they got a beat if not keys of cocaine, they all packin heat so what they really telling me, when they aint outselling me and everything they say or do is fueled by their jealousy? I know you tryin to politic, and I'm only involved with it So you can get in the game, take the ball and then run with it They tried to hit me with the same thing that you fell for make it more commercial Print you probably would sell more! But I'm eatin now, so I'm like what the hell for? Telling me to change only makes me rebel more But radio don't want that, print don't fit the format Tell dude to change it up then maybe he can come back I made this in my basement when you wasn't even there To express my feelings, not to be played on the air So am I wrong or secure if I really don't care If this ever turns into something that anybody hears? Man I'm an artist. These other dudes is shook. I write my album on my sidekick No paper, no notebooks, then rhyme for five minutes straight No breaks, no hooks, no punchlines, no similes so I'm easy to overlook But Grooveshack, Theives World, Expo, Scribblejam I been around in every single era and I'm still the man And while I may not get the same hype as the next man Everything in my life is going according to his plan So thank God for every fan, every single listener Who told me to make the art, you don't gotta switch it up You put it out, we'll pick it up Do you, stay strong Cause you're the main reason we don't turn our radios on.
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