[Verse One: Natti]
Autographs you walk, appeal lost to the mass
A high horse you own that thrown a jackass
When you got cash last, the faces were small
If rap was basketball you just be basically tall
High Times rhymes, like you chief of the land
But can't stand amongst fans, smoke L's or dap hands
Some travel long spans without plans for room and board
Slept in they Accord for a show with no reward
So you can live in a crib you can't afford
You ain't the shit man, the rent man is stoppin' at your floor
Ain't fly as the get out, flier stuck to your door
Thought you was once king but your reign was pour/poor
Now you...washed up, when it rains it pours
And the fans in your stands gear is tighter than yours
It's a crying shame, the music game can play ya
When you a B-minor but you think you major n***a

[Hook]
"All the little people"
"Keep it all in perspective" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'

[Verse Two: Freestyle]
It's like David Vs. Goliath, let 'em try it
It don't take a honeymooner to know that you'se a regular riot
And I don't buy it like the sales that you claim that you have
You don't deny it, never fails, yet it's makin' me laugh
Your autographs worth less than the paper you sign
It's like you think you need a shrine representing your shine
So here come the eclipse, lips flappin' off at the jaw
Slappin' the shit out your ass with your long arm of my law
Homie don't play that, go 'head and portray that
Display that and my peoples have to go slay that
The ladder of success doesn't rise, take a seat
I be snatchin' that red carpet right from under your feet
And that's a long way down, hope you have a nice trip
I see you next fall, knowin' that you're 'bout to just slip
Now get a grip before you skip and end up breakin' a heel
And if you rise to the top again
Don't forget about all of us little people
[Hook]

[Verse Three: Deacon The Villain]
You was merely the bonus rapper at your lunch table
A Curious George spillin' monk fables
Pray for him
I think child got amnesia
Either that or past life he must have been Caesar
Yes I
Should've addressed him as "most high"
All that attitude about your altitude and we're both fly
There's nothin' worse than an asshole with no cash flow
They end up being exactly what you are
A hater
Your album barely got one star, with favors
And you mad nobody treat you like a savor
Follow me
To the reason that your girl swallows me
That ??, the landscape autumn leaves
They spend all of their days seekin' praise
They wonder why nobody shows up when they reach the stage
Cause she never breached a page
Just been on a mission for fools
Missin' why they do not listen to you
You must be too big for 'em
[Hook]