[Intro]
Yea, this shit's for anybody who's tryna make it man
This for that kid in his room making beats
This for that kid in his room writing raps
Everybody out on the scene tryna do it

[Verse 1]
I may not be the prettiest
I may not be the best at rapping
But you can't tell me shit, cause this is my life
You don't know me Captain
You better watch your fucking mouth before you talk to me
Cause I ain't one of these [???] you can walk over you see
I came up from the East Coast, where the weather is cold
I've been through a lot of shit
Almost died when I was 15 years old
The doctor took my organs
So you think cause you in a business suit
I sign my life away to you just for a fucking grand or two?
You must be crazy man, this Lamp City shit
Is way more than just the money fam
I do it for the love of music
But your people upstairs, you don't know how to do this

[Hook]
You don't know how to rock a mic like this
And you don't have the right to fucking tell me shit
I do it for the music man
I do it for the music man
I do it for the music man
And you, you just a music man

[Verse 2]
Up there, in your office
Smiling at your demo tapes
You threw that shit away
And used the CD case to wipe your face
You used to have a drug addiction back in high school
That's how you got in the music scene
I know the type, fool
And now you got the power that you used to crave so much
Taking creative people's dreams and crushing them right after lunch
I dont wanna be you
I go home and I'm happy to me
Imma keep the same attitude even if I don't make the TV
I live close to my brothers and my sister and my friends
And yea I hit the road a lot, but shit i love seeing the fans
And at the next show, I'll make sure to remember this plan
To put our middle fingers up and say "fuck the music man"
Ha, "fuck the music man"
Cause you ain't never done shit for me so I don't understand
You wanna take half of my money
Half of my creative rights
Half of my live show tickets
Half of my t-shirt sales
Half of my motherfuckin, soul

[Hook]
You don't know how to rock a mic like this
And you don't have the right to fucking tell me shit
I do it for the music man
I do it for the music man
I do it for the music man
And you, you just a music man

You, you just a music man
(x4)
You ain't even a music fan
Just a music man