The Uncomfortable Truth About Stardom

[Intro:] What you talkin bout you thought the beat was free dawg? I mean you ain’t even fam, I don’t even know you An you thought you were gon’ do me a favour Like I don’t, you trippin right now I don’t even know what to say to you right now bruh You wildin Let me out before I tense [Verse 1:] The spot’s just let out, feels kinda cold Went home sick, broke, feelin up old, this is old Paid d plate, playin up d mo tour, either or, before I couldn’t get a show Not a lot of turnout, nor did they participate He should work harder, try to get d word out (yow, everybody throw your hands in d air) Gave a lot of energy, everybody stared Another night as a fish in a bowl Lost money, get gear, put me in a hole Fourteen people, including d bar back Shorty won’t chat, the man’s on d card knacks The warmer rappers, cliche posters One in 100, same old mantra Makes sense, I’m singing d same song Begging you to sing along if you know it [Chorus:] For d fame, the name, the wealth, the belt, the press, the lights, the nights The shows, the pros, the heights, the flights, the picks, the dish , the life I’m a rap star, I’m a rap star [x2] [Verse 2:] Ah, I hate it when they ask what I do But proud dat I’m a rapper, every act don’t true Like cool that’s cute, so does everybody else Don’t respect d grind unless you bringin in coke By d spades, am I defined by my paygrade? Find d evidence dat you losin, case made I ain’t neva seen you poppin on d dogs I don’t see no hoes lining up to take their tops off (really?) It’s sad enough I’m dealin wit dese niggs Lookin for a handout like a spoiled rich kid Ridin big, if it means gettin free beats Like a thank you supposed to help a nigga on his feet If I could pay bills based on appreciation I would have a Range Rover and a mansion in the Caymans And still aiming I heard you did sing along cause you can understand what I’m sayin [Chorus]