[Intro]

Okay, yeah

[Verse]

Rappin' ain't makin' no money, it's back to trappin'

Everybody from my city tryna make it but they haven't

Everybody keep claimin' they the biggest, but they cappin'

I just look at Spotify for artists then continue laughin'

It's a joke, but I know how it goes

Promotion of a style; you ain't livin' 'cause you broke, pssh

Everybody knows Blue Benches is the realest shit you wrote

When everybody know you lyin', so you got nothing to show

But doing shows as a freshman, five dollar tickets

Only sold fifteen, so I'm buyin' five tickets

Just so I can outsell every artist on the bill

It's hard to keep it real when you grow up in this business

So fuck, I was leaving rings around the tub when I took baths

Every time I needed money was time to take out the mask

I don't claim to be a gangster; claim to be a thug

I just made some bad decisions, these locals should listen up

And what the fuck