[Intro]
N***a go asked me the other day
"Eddy Baker, why aren't you on the radio?
Why don't you have a billboard song?
Why don't you make a pop record?"
N***a I blew the smoke in his face, and I said this, look

[Verse 1]
Fuck the radio, curse too much for the station
29, thuggin', still ain't got no probahation
Treat a world tour like a fucking vacation
Still elevatin' and these n***as still hatin'
I don't give a fuck, I inspire generations
N***as on they grind, they use me for motivation
Smokin' on a blunt, bending corners on the pavement
Out here in the streets trynna make it home safely
Momma raised a G, she ain't raised no bitch
Before I jumped the porch I was slayin' off that shit
Before I had the [?] all hanging off my dick
I was runnin' around the streets, [?] smellin' like some shit
Double XL [?] magazine posters
Rap, daydream while I'm sitting back smokin'
Money and girls man I couldn't stay focussed
Got on my grind then I said "Game over"
Fuck a record deal, I don't need those jokers
Make my own way, I'ma gamble like poker
Lost a bunch of weight I am not [?]
In the streets, bitch, but I'm still going poker
King of the underground, low-life, lovin' it
Just fucked up, little bitch, I'm still thuggin' it
Hard times, hard life, hell yeah I love this shit
Fuck the industry, real shit, I don't fuck with it
[Outro]
Fuck the radio, curse too much for the station
29, thuggin', still ain't got no probahation
Treat a world tour like a fucking vacation
Still elevatin' and these n***as still hatin'
I don't give a fuck, I inspire generations
N***as on they grind, they use me for motivation
Smokin' on a blunt, bending corners on the pavement
Out here in the streets trynna make it home safely