Yeah, yeah, this sound so rugged
No bliss, no glam, just that low budget
This sound so blunt, my own fam don't want it
Print these low drums, man, I can't flow on 'em
No worries, my man, I'm bout to go forward
Soon as you said 'no thanks', I had a song for it
I see fans sleepin', I see 'em see snoring
So nine outta ten, I'm takin' weed, overboardin'
Records ain't sellin', all the stores closin'
Can't make a livin' 'less you on that row touring
Fans singin' that the underground deserves explorin'
Cast used to bring the heat, now they all dormit
We don't drop enough, they want it more often
It's too water down, they want it more potent
It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage
They want it uncut, I'll leave them overdosing
I don't want it all, just a small portion
Something cool with a view and a small office
It ain't like I'mma really be there all that often
Pro'ly get Colorado chasin' broads, snow boardin'
While they Salt Lake ballin' like John Staten
Record shoppin', breakin' brand with the cool Mormons
I wanna look back and laugh at my own struggles
Things I used to trip about don't even seem important
So till he get his, it's gon' be hard to stop him
Even though he know it's more money, more pro'lems
But for him it's really more money, more options
Cause at least he can escape it all by goin' shoppin'
But we don't drop enough, they want it more often
It's too water down, they want it more potent
It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage
They want it uncut, I'll leave them overdosing