Letras
Yo bro
How come you never try to be on On The Radar?
Yo bro, they said I ain't ready
What the fuck?! You're not ready?!
That's the word, man
That's what they saying
They said I ain't ready, so
Aye, I don't know
How you not ready and they be posting all that bullshit?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Aye, ha ha ha ha
Yea
It's him
We turning up for them
Look
Ayo
They're telling niggas be everything, but a rapper
Be the marketing agent, be the producer
Fund your dreams with a 9 to 5, be a shooter
Stay true to yourself, just don't forget to see the jeweler
Going independent with no one to teach us independence
Tell us get on our business, but never teach us the business
Crab in the barrel mentality, that's what we live in
Tell us listen to Russ and Larussel because they did it
I fuck with their movement, but everybody story different
You say like my record, why you charging me to spin it
The market oversaturated, so I guess I get it
Rapping and trying to make a living's like paying tuition
You tell me I don't work hard? 3000 tracks sitting
Used to drop a song a week, algorithm went missing
This generation done nerfed the lyrical musician
They're telling niggas be everything, but a rapper
When I did a song a week, they said I dropped too much
Doing a song a month, they told me I ain't dropping enough
Remember when they said my quality ain't hitting enough
Now when I take my time to mix, they say I'm thinking too much
They tell you separate yourself but there's a uniform in rap
I think my problem's I be trying to be the unicorn in rap
Follow Tory Lanes, cause he could do everybody style
Follow Kendrick Lamar, he be dissing everybody now
Follow Tyler the creater, everything he say is wild
Not your typical New Yorker, I ain't following the south
They're telling niggas be everything, but a rapper