But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,
I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds
A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds
I used to sell dope.. but now im selling out
In her defense she a part of the crowd
Where did my time go? i let it fly
As i stay alive you can say a lie
Rappers selling they soul just to get some fame.
But the industry's a lot like, a crap game
This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die
But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high
Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice
I stay alive till the day i strive
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