[Verse 1]

Yeah, yeah, right

Hot, damn, it sounds so rugged

No glitz, no glam, just that low budget

It sounds so bugged, my own fam don't want it

"Print, there's no drums, man I can't flow on it"

No worries, my man, I'm bout to go for it

Soon as you said, "No thanks!", I had a song for it

I see my fans sleeping, I see MC's snoring

So nine out of ten, I'm taking weird over boring

Records ain't selling, all the stores closing

Can't make a living 'less you on that road touring

Fans are singing that the underground ain't worth exploring

Cats that used to bring the heat now they all dormant

We don't drop enough, they want it more often

It's too watered down, they want it more potent

It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage

They want it uncut, I'll leave 'em overdosin'

[Verse 2]

Uh-hah

I don't want it all, just a small portion

Something cool with a view and a small office

It ain't like I'ma really be there all that often

Prolly in Colorado chasing broads snowboarding

Or out in Salt Lake balling like John Stockton

Record shopping, breaking bread with some cool Mormons

I wanna look back and laugh at my old struggles

Things I used to trip about don't even seem important

So 'til he get his, it's gon' be hard to stop him

Even though he know it's "more money, more problems"

But for him, it's really "more money, more options"

Cause at least he can escape 'em all by going shopping

But we don't drop enough, they want it more often

It's too watered down, they want it more potent

It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage

They want it uncut, I'll leave 'em overdosin'