[Intro]
Hey drop this
Arrii

[Chorus]
Pass the hooks and pass the bars and pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these haters wanna hate
But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
It's my hobby, so come and kick it with me

[Verse 1]
In the studio not allowed but these groupie hoes
Just ill minds and cold clothes
Spit so much that I think I need a row boat
And who knows, I get kudos for sick verses in the Dojo
My Dojo's the studio, no swaggy jacket my mojo
No flip flops, no Polo's, just Converse and saggy jeans
Funny, people wanna jump in this rappin' scene
But hey ain't even real as half of me
They actin' b and that's a fact it's here
I'm behind the scenes of this mainstream
All I see is money, cars, and flashy things
No heart, no soul, no strive for things
Except ridin' fame, it's a damn shame
A lot of rappers really ain't what they really wanna claim
And I ain't gonna lie, I'm as broke as a joke
One brain, but I ain't got two chains
I got a mind of my own, but my mind's been blown
Take a lyricist to my very own dub zone
And hold up, turn the beat up and hand me that microphone
[Chorus]
Pass the hooks and pass the bars and pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these haters wanna hate
But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
It's my hobby, so come and kick it with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah, turn me up to the maximum, wait 'til my grip get's traction son
Get loose like a juice on me, emcees wishin' I come along and drip it some
Yeah, me is my persona hotter than a lava sauna
Drop the Prada Mrs. Carter 'cause I'm stressin' for a dollar
Illy-Killy on the track, yeah that's me, itty bitty white kid from Kingston Springs
Got too many tattoos on me, my body is a art artistically
Everybody in my city feelin' me, beast mode like daddy, I'ma grizzly
I'm the white guy from the sidelines when my flow is goin' so MVP
All the emcees, they gonna envy me when I'm at my peak on MTV
Got stalkers at my house at night by the light they tryna catch a peek at me
But nah, realistically the industry is creepy
See that's why I stay away from rappers ain't doin' shit originally

[Chorus]
Pass the hooks and pass the bars and pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these haters wanna hate
But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
It's my hobby, so come and kick it with me
Pass the hooks and pass the bars and pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these haters wanna hate
But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
It's my hobby, so come and kick it with me
[Outro]
Yeah, I don't do this because I really think I'm gonna be on MTV or VH1
It's just somethin' I picked up, ya know?
And if you're good with somethin' go with it
Who cares what people think?
Who cares if they tryna shoot you down?
Even though you like doin' it
Don't stop just 'cause of what somebody says
'Cause that'll fuck you up
Arrii