One of the best to ever do it, on G-O-D
Twenty plus in the game, yellin', "C-O-B"
'Cause the industry is all about who dicks who
Who broomsticks who
With no Vaseline, they just move shit through
Nigga, who is you? They gon' screw him too
You came into this game to be a cool rich dude
Eatin' Ruth Chris food, buy your new bitch a new Shih Tzu
But the true issue, they gon' twist you like a Rubik's Cube
Then they kickin' you out quicker than jiu-jitsu
Nigga, boo-hoo-hoo
Ain't nobody cryin' when all of a sudden your career doesn't exist
Couple of hits you don't own, got you stuck in a ditch
Wonderin' if you should end it all, cuttin' your wrists
Sick of diggin' in your pocket, touchin' nothin' but lint
Wonderin' where the fuck your publishin' went, a hundred percent
To the company, and now you livin' under a bench
Unless a nigga like Hov wanna come to a brother defense (Ahh)
Poor us, only the money can cure us
Jimmy Henchman puttin' coke on the tour bus
The allure of gettin' rich is what lured us
Into that trap of bein' rappers slash trappers
If they clap us, the label is gettin' fat 'cause
They assure us but never ensured us
That we would get a piece of the pie
Seem like we got the green light to die (Sure does)
I used to sit low in my '64
With my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin' hypno-tized by the Cisco
I would sip slow 'til I was sick, yo
Head throwing up out the window
Didn't know how to get home, when I did though
I would tip-toe to my crib 'fore I let the shit pour
To my bottle, oh, then I was Guantánamo
I would get low like a schizo' on Skid Row
Drinkin' myself in the grave, depressed person
Now I don't chase Henny, I chase the best version
Of myself, I'll be in the CLS swervin'
Rims so big, look I'm in an Excursion
I'm hardworkin' and God workin'
Like a heart surgeon, my heart's urgin'
I was Kunta Kinte now I'm Geordi La Forge
Slaveship to the spaceship, damn I'm LeVar Burton
Open the stargate and I'ma chill wit' Isis
Wrote a letter to Suge sayin', "I'm still the nicest"
'Til it's over, I'll be grippin' the pistolas
Sippin' some Crip Cola, right where Killer Mike is
Leavin' the mic lifeless that's what's killin' mics is
Hail to the lyricists, we're gonna be from the Genesis
Your emphasis is money but you really just a dummy
The labels the ventriloquists, here's what the real advice is
Before the jewelry, get some real estate
Put some lawyer money up like you dealin' weight
Keep it a hunnid, G, whoever wanna eat
Tell 'em all, "Bring somethin' to the dinner plate" (Word)
Get your credit straight, nigga, meditate
Keep a shooter that'll never, ever hesitate (Boom, boom)
Remember this jewel in the future
Keep one step like Medusa, ahead of snakes