in this bitch freakin' this mild
in the booth in this jean jacket
shit feelin' like a straight jacket
going crazy from the madness
tryna appeal to the masses
artists nowadays is new slaves
tryna appeal to the masters
tap dancin' to get a check
labels puttin' labels on me
haters still hatin' on me
cause my fans been waitin' on me
and they don't understand all the politics
got me stressin' but they don't even acknowledge it
just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip
got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit
distractin' me from my purpose
i admit i been a little off
needed time off just to find myself
found myself was the real wealth
all this gold sittin' on the shelf
but i'd rather wear it on my neck
industry want me to change
but i'd rather wear my respect
all these thoughts i be battlin'
pickin' up habits from my addict friends
another victim to the peer pressure
wonder if god see me any lesser
with this whole pint sittin' on the dresser
they say life come at you fast
but lately its lookin' real slow
they say this high make you feel good
but lately its feelin' real low
tryna find ways to deal with the depression
my own self blockin' my progression
distracted i blocked my own blessings
worry 'bout yourself fuck the rest of them
in the booth in this jean jacket
shit feelin' like a straight jacket
going crazy from the madness
tryna appeal to the masses
artists nowadays is new slaves
tryna appeal to the masters
tap dancin' to get a check
labels puttin' labels on me
haters still hatin' on me
cause my fans been waitin' on me
and they don't understand all the politics
got me stressin' but they don't even acknowledge it
just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip
got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit
being myself on these records
that's what made ross hit my phone
that's what got me a new home
went and got the ghost two-tone
and i drive that bitch reckless
drophead for the hecklers
chuck d with a gold watch
d-boy move the whole block
you dig me like a hole in the field
six feet when i go for the kill
give'm the tip like it come with the bill
b.c.g. logo right over the bill
when you get money what the hell is a mil
potbelly papi i ain't missin' a meal
cleared all the clouds out
cleared all the clowns out
in the booth in this jean jacket
shit feelin' like a straight jacket
going crazy from the madness
tryna appeal to the masses
artists nowadays is new slaves
tryna appeal to the masters
tap dancin' to get a check
labels puttin' labels on me
haters still hatin' on me
cause my fans been waitin' on me
and they don't understand all the politics
got me stressin' but they don't even acknowledge it
just wanna fill my brain with a hollow tip
got a nigga mind on some suicidal shit