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Ah Hip-Hop my old friend where do I start?
Rappers talking about monetizing they art
Go to my website add merch to your cart
I get it everyone built a home studio
Now they think they gonna be the next rap star
Well I wish you the best nothing but luck
Don’t be surprised if you find yourself stuck
With writers block trying to bang out the next hit
Truth is no one gives a shit
We scroll right past you
While only two of your friends hit the emoji for lit
They keep hyping and hyping you up
While I’m thinking don’t quit your day job bud
I heard your freestyle saying you the best in the city
But the problem is you so gone off that weed your rhymes just come out shitty
And me? what about me?
I’m actually one of the better MC’s in the city
It’s just no ones ever heard of me
But compared to you I’ve been rapping longer then some of these little bitches in they 20’s
Longer then they’ve been alive
Hey I was there once too wide eyed
But there’s a harsh reality to this shit
You talk about being on your hustle and grind and that’s fine
But you’re not blowing any minds
What you think I’m doing right now I’m shadow boxing
These lines are usually about me battling myself
Seeing if I’ve peaked or I’ve primed like this and every verse might be my last rhyme
I’m calling all you out cus in WellRounded I never have any doubt
There’s way too much to this game you’ll never figure it out
I move crowds with my sound while you sit and pout
Throw a fit and shout
Your name should be little fucking poop I make shit records
Make shit records
Take your gifts and waste them on instruments that woulda been dope
If only you had better pre-wrotes
The moral of the story is
Glory is not for the faint at heart
Ah Hip-Hop my old friend where do I even begin to start?
Now a days you’re an oversaturated mess
Where only few can keep the Mic blessed
On social media like it’s some big popularity contest
Man down you can’t stand out can’t stand out
Coming to me for some tasty bars like some sorta hand out
Thanks but no thanks I keep my lyrics to myself
I stack my trophies on my shelf
Cus when you rap this good for this long you can only be called a true champion
So it doesn’t matter what crew or camp you in
I see right through you
You actin and going down the same path every rapper did
But you can’t come back again
Ah Hip-Hop my old friend where do I start?
Ah Hip-Hop my old friend where do I start?
Where do I fucking start?
