[Hook]
I gotta deal with this paranoia, yeah
These n***as playing, what do they know, yeah, yeah [x4]

[Verse]
Ant, short type rappers, little rat trapping rappers
Face tattoos, lean drinking, and pill popping rappers
Say they have a song on Billboard ass rappers
But I don't hear em, on the damn radio ass rappers
I got out my zone, just to tell n***as that I am annoyed
If was ever to make on TV, I'll be a black star, no David Bowie
No AK, I let the academic shoot, on the news
Fools on you, cause I ain't acting like a fool
Are you blood, are you crip, are you scum
Or are you clean as a Eminem in 2010
Make up ya mind, pussy ass n***as
Trying to be real, now gotta grill, but n***as
Flame ya ass, be real, are you doing this for attention
Or respect from the black people, that's the realest
N***as struggle, n***as hustle, like Atlanta
We goin tussle, I ain't never seen a black man
With a check in his hand, unless he a rapper
A DJ, or damn comedian, be real
Are you the savior, are you the real n***a
Cause last time I heard you rappers are some field n***as
Running to diss n***as that fucked with you
Like Heller with NWA, move out the way
Like Ice Cube, said to Dre, I gotta something to say
This is more than the cake, I can get myself baked
So high, I can see the damn bullshit in ya face
You n***as looking real fake, back in my zone
I relate, now give a Cuban doll, on my shoulder
And call that a day, huh