[Verse One: G, The Wiz]
I was out on my own, out of my league
Working two jobs just to pay off my dreams
It was a awhile ago when I was ready to go
When I hit up bunch of rappers just to book up a show
As an opener as a supporting act
I had a resume and the songs to match
No ratchet trap shit
Just shit you can dance with
But none was happening
And no one was buying
Yet I went to the shows
Supporting the artists
When the songs they played were all lacking substance
And all the fans were tired and on their seventh drink
I couldn’t believe this is what we’re taught is music
Just pure vulgarity
Repetition so ugly
These be the same rappers talking shit about Iggy
Saying she ain’t a rapper, I am a rapper
Yet your spitting thin bars your rhymes bulimic
Venue only put you on because you look like Bieber
So to the ones writing songs
The ones with zero calls
Who put in all the effort just trynna get on
Underground is where it’s at
And we’ll never forget that