Where My Money

[Hook] I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year [Verse 1] For starters, I'm all about the bread I ain't no artist, I'm a target, I'm like the landlord Hip hop's currently fallen down the stairs Your rents due, muthafucka! Now who gives a fuck about who bars the hardest? When the DJs think they're bigger stars than the artists Riding around in Ferraris doing more A & Ring than the A & R's And half them niggas don't even scratch That's like the blind leading the blind leader Hip-hop is like the FBI in the trap readin' The Don Diva It makes no sense, it's ironic how I can straighten you Even though I stay so bent I'm about getting ins, everytime my money's on hip hop That's every time the house nigga wins Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun talk Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar [Hook] I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year Where my money at? [Verse 2] I put a cease and desist on this industry shit Me making a friend means I just make an enemy quit When niggas think they finna be big, their images switch They go from getting beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip They acting like they got the Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune But actually they spilling the script I tell her DJ to play mines, or we gon' spray ya And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it I flame spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire How you gonna say Nickle Nine ain't rising Rappers no longer have to be on the block lying You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon I spazz like I got the right rhyme I flash like a shot Nikon I call my motherfuckin man my money, so money stands out While I got my motherfuckin hand out [Hook]