Man, I don't get it Why's everybody in a hurry? See, there's a big difference between being hungry and thirsty We know what we want, we just go about it differently The hungry person work for it, the thirsty want it instantly But they should know first that shortcuts don't work Word to Miley Cyrus and her fucking hairstylist And no, this ain't no diss it's just a simile Cause if you think this about her, then homie you ain't really listening I hope you're getting it I'm talking to these artists that spending they money boosting they numbers up on the Internet Y'all got it twisted, we forgetting what's important People buying fake fans, man I'd rather get some Jordans And rock 'em for the real ones that's coming to your show They yell and say "what's up" when they see you on the road Let's get it in perspective for a second If your followers are fake, then who the hell gon' buy your records? Nobody, nobody, nobody
[Hook] And understand that I'm sticking to my plan Now I'm feeling like some royalty Yeah, got me feeling I swear to God, got me feeling like some royalty Yeah, got me feeling I swear to God, got me feeling like some royalty
[Verse 2] I had a dollar and a dream, that was all I needed Went from sitting in class to shows every weekend Kept my foot on the gas, and now you know I'm beastin' Believe that Working hard so my mama and father can relax So give me the mic and watch me kill this shit Staying up through every night just so you feel this shit Just give me a list, it ain't no gimmick boy, I live this shit Couple bad bitches cooking up dishes where my kitchen is http://vk.com/hustler_hot http://vk.com/k_xxxxx Oh, what a feeling bitch You gotta hate it Invited to the VMAs and I ain't try to make it Cause I ain't going till I'm motherfucking nominated Only regret is I didn't get to see Gaga naked And now I'm saying "fuck a blogger, fuck a genre, and they limitations" Fuck they meetings and they events and they invitations Cause I don't need that No, keep my mind where my feet at Ain't nobody gon' stop me Nobody, nobody, nobody