Lyrics

MUSIC THANG

VERSE1:

I don't want to feel disrespected because I'm in this music thing,
Especially, with all the attention that this music brings,
Negative thoughts tend to lean in my direction,
Now, I'm riding with a pistol just for my protection.
And let them call me stupid when they see me and I'm strapped,
If I aint watching it, tell me who else gonna have my back.
Friends become enemies, enemies turn to friends,
I aint kissing ass but it's time I make amends.
To all the people who aint friends you can step,
If you stick right by my side, than I guess I'm truly blessed,
Made mistakes, I'm only human, what do you expect from me,
The people I love most are right here, luckily.

CHORUS:

I will never let you go, You know I can't see myself letting you go,
Music is my only hope, and I just ask one thing of you.
I only ask this one thing, you better remember the name.
Respect me and my music too. Cause every line and every rhyme
is written just for you.


VERSE2:

Yeah, I love this music thang, I wouldn't trade it for anything on the planet,
anything...

I don't think they understand just how long I've been spitting,
When freestyles were in style, and nothing was written.
But tell me who's the victim, when music loses meaning,
If I had three wishes, like SPM, I dream of genie.
Wish 1: Please bring tuPac back.
Wish 2: Bring my father James back.
Wish 3: Hopefully, I can manage to overcome the industry.
Change the game a little bit and give it a new face,
I have plenty of plaques on the wall they call me toothpaste,
They say money is the root of all evil, and to some people
The devil and money are created equal.


VERSE3:

I'd never say that I'm the best, talented yes, that why..
Every other rapper's in the city's sitting stressed.
Head rested in their hands like they're praying for hope,
They can say what they wanna say, but they know that I'm dope.
You aint gotta like me as a person, I don't,
But you can't refuse my music, so maybe you should just cope.
With the fact I'm never leaving rap, I'm never giving up,
I wish, everyone who leaves my team, the best of luck,
But this music's in my blood, I could never be a sellout.
I've never played by the rules, or radio to sellout.
So bail out if you want to, live your life bro,
Homies to the end, you can find me in the studio.