I thank the world that i realize Im as dope as I am
If i didnt I woulda broke and sold my music in grams
Screw the fans right? That's just the industrys rules

Sell out instead of producing these syphony tunes
Because it takes time
Too much of to just find

That raw talent in a person willing to sign
So instead they settle for these disposables
Doing anything it takes for use again soulja knows

Personally but buiness is what it's all about
Cuz if u ain't bringing in sales by the end of the day u out
Deal with it, i will get it I'm real wit it

And that's the last step guarenteeing you will feel it
Just becuz of that I won't even cuss a tat
Any cirumstance I'm best at what I do fact

I prove it blantantly how and why would u hate on me
Cuz music is my love and this life is how it's repaying me


I woulda been rich, everyday taking mad trips
Focused on my image making so called hits
Just like the rest of em

I swear to god on my momma nothing less than em
Or even more
I would have been stagnant lagging the facts to pour

But lagging facts = stacks women nd Europe tours
And when ur promised all that how do u say no
"Oh You've never been happy? Well this is your way bro"

Nah it's no where close see y'all don't know me
What I'm trying to make with my music what your opposing
But on the otherhand why I should I speak for my people

Where were they when I'm needed em
No where the only thing that was headphones
Playin my pain out laying down in my bed zoned

Out the least I can do is return the favor
Music sent me a prayer I returned as the savior