Verse 1:

What I'm here to tell is the truth

Nothing but the fuckin truth

Let this music consume me

Let me go back to it's fuckin roots

Working hard to get to the top

Let me bear its fuckin fruits

Wait I'm having seconds thoughts

Looking at these fuckin feuds

These emcees act like fuckin babies

Rappin bout bitches money and weed

Driving a Mercedes

It's crazy if maybe Mackaveli was alive

It ain't a surprise that it would've been a blessing in disguise

I've been advised to shut my mouth

Cuz I'm right in the middle of the fine line

Racism is contagious like rabies

Pacs offspring next to Kendrick, Me

Might be able to change this

Game. Fuck the Fame

Listen to today's music

It's so fuckin useless

Everyone can rap

Thanks to these engineers

Making a mil being whack

Thanks to these record deals

That music so appealing

Clubs banging that shit 24/7

You love its feeling

Yeah I know, the beat was fuckin great

But Have you ever been able to relate

To the shit that they be sayin?

I guess not cuz I've been struggling

To do the same

Verse 2:

It's time for second verse

I hope I can match it with the first

I feel like I'm the only one

Doing this for fun

Fuck the money fuck the glory

Doing this solely to avoid witnessing these phonies

Getting recognized as the prized possessions of this generation

I don't owe a fuckin explanation for this ruthless aggression

My intervention is the only valid option

Defying odds just like Magic Johnson is with HIV

I'm a musician and a fighter just like Muhammad Ali

Listening to yall shit, I'm past it

It made me fuckin realize

What am I lacking?

It feels like I'm strapped in and rapping

Through a roller coaster ride of all these people attacking me and calling me a fuckin wannabe. Atleast I wanna be like the realest emcees in this geography

I ought to be on the biggest stage

I gotta be. To save this game

You gotta fuckin believe in this wannabe