[Hook: Julius]
Come and fuck with us, Felly Fell, yeah DJ Felly Fell
Don't just spin records off the n***as who got record sales
Fuck with us, Felly Fell, yeah DJ Felly Fell
Sleeping on our music is like sleeping on a bed of nails
Hold on, it's a lot of DJ's we ain't fucking with
If they play some real shit, then they get off our "Fuck 'Em" list
I think it's programmed, directors don't like true MCs
You might not wanna say it, but n***a, I know you agree

[Verse 1]
If you from the West Coast, let me tell n***as this
You go outta state to push a record, well n***a it's
Hard, radio stations expressing their sentiments
First question asked, "Is this Felly Fell spinnin' it?"
Now they feel like you don't have no support from your home
That's the shit I don't like, that's the shit I don't do
Shoe Gang have the kind of rhymes fans stand behind
Expanding our brand in a short span of time
But if you not pushing that Amanda Bynes, you a man in a bind
You don't have the racks to give your tracks some shine
I mean to pay for airplay, I'm fly as paper airplanes
But I don't have a dime, so I don't have the time
To stop and smell dandelions, n***a I have to grind
I'm on that early Clipse shit, Pusha T and Malice grinding
To me, paying for airplay is asinine
And I'm too legit to quit, been rapping since Hammer's time
Your neighborhood might be a nice scene but pan to mine
And n***as throw up their hands in signs, look like pantomimes
So saying "Fuck DJ's" is what I like to say
Stop me from gettin' rich, homie, I feel some type of way
[Hook]