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I'd never be Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Tryna beef with everybody on the internet, feeling shameless I'd rather be broke on Sunset Or in a Hollywood hotel, being famous Than be somebody that I ain't Man, I gotta flee from the dank, man, this whole rap shit fake I'm tryna keep this shit authentic But it's hard, it ain't turning out great I'd never be Kanye, put my ego to the side Let the work ethic be the only entree I'm tryna do sold out shows, the game made me an outcast Man, I'm feeling like Andre, I keep it 3000 Faith of a man move mountains I ain't propel out of public housin' But I seen a whole lot of struggle Cut me in half, I made double Cut me in half, I'd never undermine my achievements Say peace to demons I pull out my piece to police Man, I gotta go beastin' Last year I made strides, but I'm tryna be more than just decent And free somebody Have your damn fans say, "You really motivating me to be somebody" So I can't sell out on the fuck shit Y'all still lying to your own self, I ain't trust shit I been the same man from the jump Letras de cancionesY'all thought the plan been sunk Because I had change in the sound But I can still be profound Y'all brains are the only thing shrunk Man, I hustle like Nipsey, yeah I was nine years old, still knew that half ounce one fifty Y'all tell a bunch of fake ass drug deal stories Tryna come off motherfucking risky And that shit miss me, yeah I ain't in a big band, but I rock out All them fake shots getting blocked out You the police, always motherfucking copped out Babe Ruth, I'm pointing at the back of the fence I already know it's coming when it popped out You don't wanna get to work, ain't no clock out You ain't Mayweather, this a motherfucking knock out I'd never be — I'd never turn to the police, I'd rather do thirty You telling on your homeboys surely That's hoe shit, I guess that's why your whole shit girly And I ain't sip dirty Yeah, I rap about lean too much That slur got Boosie shit clouding up the scene too much I'm on a dirtbike, being too clutch... Yeah, bitch, I gotta change shit, whoa Can't rock out with all this fake shit, yeah Y'all was on that pop shit, yeah Talk shit, you don't pop shit, shit, shit Man, I gotta change shit, hey Can't rock out with all this fake shit, yeah Y'all still on that pop shit, yeah Talk shit, you don't pop shit, shit, shit Over the millennia, the voice became so [?] that it took over people's sense of identity. Whereas, for a long time, probably, after the arriving of thinking, humans still had a sense of rootedness in being the natural sense of rootedness in the depths of their being From Letras Mania