Yo what happened to hip hop

When people used to write for days

Now everybody wanna be Lil Wayne

Wanna freestyle a track

Don't even think about the lyrics they rap

And always talking about busting a cap

What happened to role models

Keeping kids away from the cell

But half of these rappers on radio always going to jail

But we try to teach these kids to be positive

And turn around and be the opposite

And when someone acknowledge it, oh now he wanna start beef

And claim he was raised in the streets

See I was in the streets, literally I was in the streets

Asking God to give me a place to sleep

But I ain't sell weed

I sat back and believed that I was gonna be one of the coldest brotha's on the beat

But shit is getting weak

The game ain't what it used to be

You used to have to have talent, musically

No matter what you look like people used to be contenders

But we made it O.K. for pretenders to be remembered

We have considered to just listen to the beat

And not listen to the lyrics that they speak

So now we like to party, so of course we need party music

But real music, no one hardly do it

I miss good music, even realistic hood music

When niggas talked about real life

And now people try way to hard to be the hardest

Too many rappers, not enough artists

Too much money, is making niggas fearless

Beats is getting better, but I don't hear lyrics

I shrug my shoulders like, "I don't even wanna hear it"

Fuck a major label, I'mma stick to independent

Cause I ain't in it for the fame, I'm in it for the love

Some in it for the girls, some in it for the drugs

Some in it for the sex, But I'mma stay focused

And I refuse to sell my soul to get noticed

People get signed, and you would never know it

Knock them to they lowest, and they won't even show it

Or you could get a deal, and get a lot of fame

And all of that fame, could make your life change

First single was good, second single was whack

Now the rest of your career you spend paying it back

Because nobody cares nothing about you

They only believe that they can get some money out you

But if you ain't generation how they generation

Then it leaves a nigga stimulated

Cause you know your own talents, but you won't hold

And contracts make you controlled

And you can be cold

But if you decide to get bowed

You could get sued for everything you own

So listen

Yo

See this is how the truth sounds

I let it out, so I'm cool now

And these tattoos express what I'm into

The life that I live and the shit that I've been through

People say I'm crazy you know that's a sin dude

But it's also a sin to judge my temple

So I'mma do me, and you can do you

And I'mma let God judge the things I do do

Yeah

Hip hop

It's from the heart man

You know what I'm sayin'

Real hip hop real lyrics real music

It's something we lacking these days

Something we need to get back

We giving passes to these people man

Shouts out to the artists

The real artists

Rappers take notice

Everybody doin' it