Independently Paid

[Intro] Yeah, uh huh. C'mon. Feel that. That's that real shit All that fake shit dead right now. Like that. Yo. You know. Yeah [Verse One] First things first Y'all cats don't motivate me to write Y'all motivate me to FIGHT Harder In white swarter These rappers tryin' hard to be martyrs Or stuck in 1995 and can't take they rhymes farther I got a niece, she got a dead beat father In jail for child support he owes to his daughter And rap life is like a day time drama Filled with twists and turns and people without honor Sometimes I even wonder why I bother with this mission And don't nobody really listen They can't feel my vision Unless I'm talkin' bout some club shit or thug shit Or moving keys state to state on some ole drug shit I'm sick of seeing cats with dollar signs in their eyes I'm starting to think motherfuckers want you to lie They want you to gas them up and tell them that they dope Tell them they can get signed and that there's really hope But they don't even have a snowballs chance in hell And makin' a half decent song that would even sell Cats is really thinkin' that if they got signed That it would fix all the fucked up problems in their lives But all the little problems would just get magnified When you got loot And you can't fix them cause you lack the time So, go for you're and I'll go for mine You make a dollar per record I make eight for mine Then quit my day job with a dollar in my pocket Then have a salary with rap money on top of it [Chorus: x2] That's my shit Independently paid And every move I make will prove that I'm here to stay I'm here to stay [x2] [Verse Two] I'd like to give a special shout out To cats sippin' haterade from a wine glass And cats mad at Print cause I didn't give 'em shit All of y'all can kiss my entire ass I'd like to give another shout out To the stuck up broads who never call back And all the ladies that I met while I was out on the road Best believe it girls that I'm comin' back