[Hook]
I've been $#&@ing with this game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year


[Verse 1]
For starters, I'm all about the bread

I ain't no artist, I'm a target, I'm like the landlord
Hip hop's currently fallen down the stairs
Your rents due, mutha$#&@a!

Now who gives a $#&@ about the bars the hardest?
When the DJs think they're bigger stars than the artists
Riding around in Ferraris doing more A & Ring than the A & R's


That's like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in drag: read, a dying diva

It makes no sense, it's ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins, everytime my money's on hip hop

That's every time the house ^!$$% wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun talk
Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

[Hook]
I've been $#&@ing with this game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year

Where my money at?

[Verse 2]

I put a ceast and desist on this industry %#@!
Me making a friend means I just make an enemy quick
When ^!$$%s think they finna be big, their images switch

They go from getting beat by a ^!$$% to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune
But actually they spilling the script

I tell her DJ to play mines, so we gon' spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it
I play in spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire

How you gonna say Nickle Nine ain't rising
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lying
You get your $$# whooped on the net, you a pop icon

I spazz like I got the white rhyme
I flash like a icon
I call my mother$#&@in man my money, so money stand out

While I got my mother$#&@in hand out

[Hook]