Long Story Short

2009 I arrived, and 15 years later I’m grateful I’m on top

Watching all these smaller artists go and drop

The larger getting popped and then getting dropped

What kind a world are we living in

When a cop keeps firing after the man says to stop

But this is a problem that I see today

In really small rappers head nowadays

It’s a fast route to the bottom it don’t matter how far

You standing on the top but it’ll get lonely up there

So you start about thinking how to pop off this year

Thinking about dissing your own fans

When they keep you stabled in your life little man

Listen closely to my words I’m trying to preserve you

This is not a diss this is just a couple words for you

How gonna act when you lose it all?

Start acting friendly and then back to being an ass an all?

You wanna have fun in these 4 walls

But keep and I on em cuz they could fall

And when your channel dies you’ll be looking at this song like damn this brotha told no lies

 

Listen loved ones let me talk wit ya

Let me see if I can’t paint for you a large picture

But that’s ok, some people only think for themselves

But damn, listen to this story imma tell

About a young artist who thought they was way the top and fell

He thought he a strong core following

Then the trends stop and the system done swallowed him

Couple years go by and now he’s irrelevant

3 years ago his ego was larger than an elephant

Not saying I’m the only one that’s elegant

But if you keep riding trends, braking your amends

You gonna get thrown away to the wolves I bet

I hope you don’t go down the bad path

Cuz rappers like me who are only 15 with screw you off the top like bottle caps

Where we at?

 

Keep them weak as rhymes in a different time frame

So when I wanna listen I do there no ABABA rhymes

Mess with me you’ll get shaking like turbulence and a plane

I ain’t playing, keep saying lame shit

I’ll have your rap career gon in about 8 minutes

 

This my final verse honey

Cuz, everything around me is ruled by the money

Doing what others do isn’t cool til you get money

I mean fam, this shit ain’t funny

You treat Kanye West like a false idol

And that’s a sin so you better not play vital

Or you’ll diminish your chance of ever going viral

Imma just put you in a vial

The fans want you to keep making music

But if use it wrong and abuse it

I’ll be the first to say you need to part from it

Cuz in the end I don’t wanna see you plummet

I was here when you just flat out started

Don’t ruin the stuff you built by acting like your off narcotics

Like I said before it’s a faster route to the bottom

Of you don’t wanna end up like Gammorrah or Sodom

You need to stop acting fucking ballistic on yourself

Trust me, it could be narcissistic to worship yourself