Vers 1
I started off in this game, heart full of high hopes
Young and naïve, notebook full of fly quotes
Critically acclaimed, they say Crooked I's dope
Doper than white c**e, walkin' a tight rope
Tryin not to fall, this industry see it got traps
Record executives rape you with them paper contracts
Got my first deal, and they pulled out my arteries
Shot me in the heart, I mean they killed the best part of me
Asked me to be a gimmick, s***tin on my artistry
Ain't nobody hard as me, f*** being r&b
Told you Crooked Go Hard, told you It's a G Thang
Told you f*** that autotune s*** unless it's T-Pain
I like Lil Wayne, cuz he's Lil Wayne
I like The Game cause he's Game and we ain't the same
You need a little variety on your spice rack
A and R's want me to change, so I don't like rap
Ask me for a ringtone song, homie I might snap
And treat my automatic weapon to a light snack
A lot of rappers let it slide, but I fight back
Cause ninety-nine percent of hip hop is quite wack
So you can hate me, or get back on the right track
Either way I don't give a f*** and it's like that
Yeah it's like that, used to be a nice cat
Last year I was sick of this music, now I'm twice that
Refräng
Do you remember the first time, you heard P.E.
N.W.A. and BDP
Do you remember the last time, you heard Kool G
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim and Eric B
You ever hear, Tupac, and B.I.G.
You ever hear, Big Pun, and D.O.C.
You ever hear, Big L, Eazy and Ice-T
That's where we'll be, if you ever hear me
Vers 2
You like rappers in shootouts, I really been through 'em
I swear to god I coulda did the 50 cent to 'em
A little guidance from Dre, let Jimmy mentor 'im
Instead my enemies witnessed my semi spit for 'im
I coulda did the Snoop, I'm from the Beach homie
I coulda did the Eminem, I'm a beast homie
Look at the wordplay I use in the chorus
The verse way over your head, I confuse a thesaurus
I'm worth cake, makin' moves in the Taurus
You smoke weed, I got so many trees
You'll be abusing the forest
We serve weight, while executives in music ignore us
In the first place, f*** fugitive warrants
I'd rather have a lucrative future in tourin'
On my first date, stupid supporters
May I first state my news to reporters
Yo, I call a press conference, to say f*** rap
Then go to the radio station and let the gun clap
I spit like a hundred kanye's, and 3000 andre's
Still I'm stuck here, where the thugs at
Magazine covers tell you where my buzz at
Everything you do to get a big deal, I done that
Vers 3
Yo, I give rap stars, a blindfold and cigarette
They kick me off they video sets cause I'm a bigger threat
Hate it or love it, I thought nothing of it
My n**** Chuck tried to bring me to the mainstream public
But it's back on the block, where the glocks be poppin'
Sellin orange counties, y'all call 'em Oxycontins
Sellin purple surp and kush while the cops be watchin
Hit the studio with gwop we clockin', off the boulevard
I wanna live legal, but it's so expensive
Bein' the leader of the underground, shine when I come around
Standin in the VIP with Russell and Jay Z, in Vegas
And didn't do it from sellin' a CD
Everywhere you rappers go, you gone see me
A hood star, that's with or without the TV
Play me in your whip, I'm so ill you get car sick
Now I'd rather spill my pain over guitar licks
Flyin a mosh pit, somethin' like a starship
Rap til your heart skip a beat, but on some dark s***
You A and R's wanna trap me in this hood life
Some say it's my past affiliation with Suge Knight
But me and Suge parted ways a long time ago
Didn't think you labels would react so v*****, though
I don't know, maybe I'm a big flop
Maybe I should end this nightmare with a quick shot
Maybe I should join Eazy-E, Pac and Big Pop
Maybe I should say f*** hip hop
I started off in this game, heart full of high hopes
Young and naïve, notebook full of fly quotes
Critically acclaimed, they say Crooked I's dope
Doper than white c**e, walkin' a tight rope
Tryin not to fall, this industry see it got traps
Record executives rape you with them paper contracts
Got my first deal, and they pulled out my arteries
Shot me in the heart, I mean they killed the best part of me
Asked me to be a gimmick, s***tin on my artistry
Ain't nobody hard as me, f*** being r&b
Told you Crooked Go Hard, told you It's a G Thang
Told you f*** that autotune s*** unless it's T-Pain
I like Lil Wayne, cuz he's Lil Wayne
I like The Game cause he's Game and we ain't the same
You need a little variety on your spice rack
A and R's want me to change, so I don't like rap
Ask me for a ringtone song, homie I might snap
And treat my automatic weapon to a light snack
A lot of rappers let it slide, but I fight back
Cause ninety-nine percent of hip hop is quite wack
So you can hate me, or get back on the right track
Either way I don't give a f*** and it's like that
Yeah it's like that, used to be a nice cat
Last year I was sick of this music, now I'm twice that
Refräng
Do you remember the first time, you heard P.E.
N.W.A. and BDP
Do you remember the last time, you heard Kool G
Big Daddy Kane, Rakim and Eric B
You ever hear, Tupac, and B.I.G.
You ever hear, Big Pun, and D.O.C.
You ever hear, Big L, Eazy and Ice-T
That's where we'll be, if you ever hear me
Vers 2
You like rappers in shootouts, I really been through 'em
I swear to god I coulda did the 50 cent to 'em
A little guidance from Dre, let Jimmy mentor 'im
Instead my enemies witnessed my semi spit for 'im
I coulda did the Snoop, I'm from the Beach homie
I coulda did the Eminem, I'm a beast homie
Look at the wordplay I use in the chorus
The verse way over your head, I confuse a thesaurus
I'm worth cake, makin' moves in the Taurus
You smoke weed, I got so many trees
You'll be abusing the forest
We serve weight, while executives in music ignore us
In the first place, f*** fugitive warrants
I'd rather have a lucrative future in tourin'
On my first date, stupid supporters
May I first state my news to reporters
Yo, I call a press conference, to say f*** rap
Then go to the radio station and let the gun clap
I spit like a hundred kanye's, and 3000 andre's
Still I'm stuck here, where the thugs at
Magazine covers tell you where my buzz at
Everything you do to get a big deal, I done that
Vers 3
Yo, I give rap stars, a blindfold and cigarette
They kick me off they video sets cause I'm a bigger threat
Hate it or love it, I thought nothing of it
My n**** Chuck tried to bring me to the mainstream public
But it's back on the block, where the glocks be poppin'
Sellin orange counties, y'all call 'em Oxycontins
Sellin purple surp and kush while the cops be watchin
Hit the studio with gwop we clockin', off the boulevard
I wanna live legal, but it's so expensive
Bein' the leader of the underground, shine when I come around
Standin in the VIP with Russell and Jay Z, in Vegas
And didn't do it from sellin' a CD
Everywhere you rappers go, you gone see me
A hood star, that's with or without the TV
Play me in your whip, I'm so ill you get car sick
Now I'd rather spill my pain over guitar licks
Flyin a mosh pit, somethin' like a starship
Rap til your heart skip a beat, but on some dark s***
You A and R's wanna trap me in this hood life
Some say it's my past affiliation with Suge Knight
But me and Suge parted ways a long time ago
Didn't think you labels would react so v*****, though
I don't know, maybe I'm a big flop
Maybe I should end this nightmare with a quick shot
Maybe I should join Eazy-E, Pac and Big Pop
Maybe I should say f*** hip hop