[bad word]  x2 
Mama told me there'd be days like this 
But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!) 
Not now not ever, and now until forever you will never need another  [bad word] #33;) 

Look... 
Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on but so long that I'm on it, it's on! 
I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile 
Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! 
I swear these dolla's gon' add up 
And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck 
That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind you to look 
Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag, whoever tried to gravitate 
told me it's a city full of crimes, I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap 
As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is, they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor 
Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance, and [bad word] the radio for tellin' me to snap jam 
I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here 
My net is from jet setters to cab fares 
Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand 
Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared 
I been called the ??? 
And I DC'd this whole [bad word] #39; genre 
And I ain't in it for them O's or [bad word] #39;s 
But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper 
Yessir... 

 [bad word]  

The future is now, I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now 
Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought 
It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out 
I would invest in a poncho, 'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!)
Ima go until my arm's sore, [bad word] it! I go until my 40 millionth encore 
Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me 
I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary 
We've had the tables, on them record labels 
Who's next to release? We guillotine them 
Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke except the [bad word] on the track  [bad word] #33;) 
And mama why you throw away my [bad word]  
hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song 
 [bad word] I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs 
You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll 
It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it 
Now I'm playin' solitaire patient 
 [bad word] pieces, necklace with Jesus 
See me as blasphemous for I don't need them 
God give me strength, Allah give me patience 
I am only a man and I don't know what to think