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The game changed and a lot earn less here
So money talks, very few turn a deaf ear
My music compared to hearing human flesh tear
I had some good months, yet to have my best years
This Hip Hop is far from abstract
From the bottom of the barrel I climbed up a crabs back
And for this cheese I experiment like a lab rat
In the stu making hits for these haters to go get mad at
See Side a bad cat
And what I spit will pin ya ears back
Complete undivided attention
If ya need more time Side'll provide an extension
Cause this dope I prescribe might require an intervention
Calling, friends and family, I don't do this for the Benz or the Grammy
My pens handy it help me cleanse my sanity
Kicks are steel-toe, snares smack open-handedly
Damn I see I'ma be here lil longer then I planned to be
I'm tryna capture all these moments on tape
For these like-minded cats who might have similar taste
Bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
Spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
They got the same flow can't tell they style apart
Pay as you go, this is A La Carte
Meal presentation looks like modern art
You wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start
And they desire to emulate me is valid
Light aperitif to stimulate the palate
Forks over knives, I try to stick to salad
Eating rappers alive they walking dead, talking violent
This sick stylist can't compose no love ballad
Pimpin, binders full of women sign the ballot
Politicking, vintage, fly and appealing
No limits, they try to turn my sky to a ceiling
But this is textured, interwoven with a feeling
Where blind people can touch it, vivid colors start revealing
Give it a second, ear nose throat infection
If you quote it, I admit I ghost wrote my whole record
My sessions like a paranormal activity
Act civilly, nah this rap should be in captivity
Psych Unit I ain't talking Gen Pop
Write music that'll probably get me in the ten top
I'm tryna capture all these moments on tape
For these like-minded cats who might have similar taste
Bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
Spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
They got the same flow can't tell they style apart
Pay as you go, this is A La Carte
Meal presentation looks like modern art
You wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start
You messing with the best the rest ain't as nice
I be talking to myself getting expert advice
And in the lab I be sequestered for the night
Then I emerge with these words, they like a textbook for life
But dumb rappers can't hear my significance
If you think educations expensive, try ignorance
It cost more than some blood sweat and tears
If you don't build your dreams they'll hire you to build theirs
You need to fix that broken elevator pitch
And I prefer to take the stairs where I prepared and made a niche
Overnight success, nah 1986
I was young and enamored thought I'd be crazy rich
Just a shorty drinking 40 beers on the corner
But now my favorite rappers is 40 years and older
Nice with the rhymes I been told that before
See I don't rap double time yet and still I say more
I'm tryna capture all these moments on tape
For these like-minded cats who might have similar taste
Bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
Spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
They got the same flow can't tell they style apart
Pay as you go, this is A La Carte
Meal presentation looks like modern art
You wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start