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[Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, right Hot, damn, it sounds so rugged No glitz, no glam, just that low budget It sounds so bugged, my own fam don't want it "Print, there's no drums, man I can't flow on it" No worries, my man, I'm bout to go for it Soon as you said, "No thanks!", I had a song for it I see my fans sleeping, I see MC's snoring So nine out of ten, I'm taking weird over boring Records ain't selling, all the stores closing Can't make a living 'less you on that road touring Fans are singing that the underground ain't worth exploring Cats that used to bring the heat now they all dormant We don't drop enough, they want it more often It's too watered down, they want it more potent It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage They want it uncut, I'll leave 'em overdosin' [Verse 2] Uh-hah I don't want it all, just a small portion Something cool with a view and a small office It ain't like I'ma really be there all that often Prolly in Colorado chasing broads snowboarding Or out in Salt Lake balling like John Stockton Record shopping, breaking bread with some cool Mormons I wanna look back and laugh at my old struggles Things I used to trip about don't even seem important So 'til he get his, it's gon' be hard to stop him Even though he know it's "more money, more problems" But for him, it's really "more money, more options" Cause at least he can escape 'em all by going shopping But we don't drop enough, they want it more often It's too watered down, they want it more potent It ain't strong enough, they want more dosage They want it uncut, I'll leave 'em overdosin'
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