[Verse One]
Is it me, or is this music shit wack?
Could it be, this rap shit it's a wrap?
How did we, get so far off track?
To the wacker you are, the faster you get a contract
The south?
You can't hate on that
But a lot of rappers comin' out of there is real wack
Snap music, I get it
The bitches love it, admit it
But +Aye Bay Bay+, I'm not fuckin' with it
And ain't got to
My music likewise
Diff'rent strokes for different folks, they showin' the same signs
Punxsutawney Phil I keep seein' the same guys
Groundhog's Day I keep hearin' the same rhymes
If anyone's offended, shit I ain't gon' apologize
I feel like Bill Murray, want to break my radio
Labels wonder why record sales ain't poppin'
Don't just blame digital downloads, it's the bullshit you droppin'

[Hook] [Mike Ant]
You might not like what I'm 'bout to say
But I'm gonna say it anyway
You might not like what I'm gonna say
But I'm gonna say it anyway

[Verse Two]
Honestly, honesty don't offend me
Honestly, that's all my pen be
Rappers got a problem, we ain't gotta be friendly
But stop makin' songs for kids and leave that to Disney
I don't listen to kids, kids listen to me
So when they grow up who you think they wanna be?
Hopefully not me
I'm no role model
But I roll with a model, smash it like avocado
Raise yo' kids stop raisin' hell
Stop blamin' 50 Cent when young Johnny go to jail
Be A Parent Or Die Tryin', you ain't done too well
I don't know yo' kids, it's not my fault if you fail
But Oprah said it's rap's fault, disrespectful to the female
But what's she know? She's finger bangin' Gail
I could be right or I could be wrong
Let he without sin cast the first stone

[Hook] [Mike Ant]
You might not like what I'm 'bout to say
But I'm gonna say it anyway
You might not like what I'm gonna say
But I'm gonna say it anyway

[Verse Three]
New York, New York big city of dreams
N***as swear they gang bangers, it ain't all that it seems
Is Jim Jones a real Blood?
Ask Big Wide
Oh Wee and Young Dre will get the truth, no lie
I ain't really like +Ballin'+ but I like his style
And Juelz is dope but cut that Blood shit out
See Mims did his thing, it ain't like he can't rap
But a fake south track ain't gonna bring New York back
And the west coast?
Our shit is trash
New west full of pests, hate to see you get some cash
Old n***as too, the torch they refuse to pass
Rather see it go out until they croak and pass
L.A. full of haters that's why we don't last
I see why Dre don't fuck with n***as, do his thing and mash
+California Love+, that's a thing of the past
You wanna make it in Hollywood, you better drive right past

[Hook] [Mike Ant]
You might not like what I'm 'bout to say
But I'm gonna say it anyway
You might not like what I'm gonna say
But I'm gonna say it anyway