[Chorus]
We make music for the love, we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke, it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name
We make music for the love, we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke, it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed, my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's certain people in this world you can't talk to
Some don't understand until they get their chest walked through
A pot-holes in they backs once the Mac pops
I can't be destroyed, I'm like an airplane's black box
Question is who's willing to be a sacrifice?
So rappers won't have to pay the price in the afterlife
Evacuate the premises; we ain't going ask ya twice
Walk into a room cracking heads, no more acting nice
I stand hard and let 'em swing came too far to bend it
Plus I've never needed Viagra, Cialis or ExtenZe
I'm rock-solid, brand new day, the same agendas
I'm mobbed with F.O.I., street hustlers and gang members
The bridge is burnt, the relationship's beyond improvement
Devils in power tryna execute the conscious movement
But if they try, get your heat and bring the thunder down
Since day one the realest music been the underground
[Chorus]
We make music for the love, we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke, it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name

[Verse 2]
You can't write me out of history, go read your lesson
My essence is too deeply embedded in the past and the present
They want to keep this real music off the station, good
Let's bar fake radio cats from coming in the hood (kill 'em)
My regime was established to torture your team
I'm leaving corpses inside of this corporate machine
Commercial, radio ain't tryna resurrect the dead
So kill 'em all and bring the program director's head
See that's the only way a snake can ever be handled
No more meat, no more going through the proper channels
Keep stunting, it'll be your time to take some lead
I wish the DJ would ask me to break some bread
I got a circle of hot-heads that'll break your legs
Y'all the kind of cats that communicate with feds
You don't control my destiny, I got mine in my hand
Shout out to Trae, I'm with ya homie, I'm tryna get banned

[Chorus]
We make music for the love, we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke, it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name
[Verse 3]
When I get done, he'd better hope he'd last
Five lasers I blast with no ski-mask
Enter the suffering the end won't be fast
Murder your future and put your present in the past
Hoping he come or K-Rino side trippin'
Spot 'em and get it poppin like grease and fried chicken
Undetectable bombs up in your ride ticking
The unmistakable sound of a .45 clicking
Don't be around and see them become a new life breeder
If you gonna be a follower, follow the right leader
You scared of the grand dragon, show ya hand bragging
Ninety percent of rappers are riding on bandwagons
Sweating objects a man getting in your prophets
Quick to fold up when they threatening your pockets
Acting like you got no remorse for life
How you a gangster getting punked by corporate types?
You a fraud, living a lie and a façade
I'm under the control of no man but God
What's wrong 'til ya put your opportunities on
You really gone, everybody tryna do it alone
Now the problems are too insurmountable to stand
And the people at your shows, you can count 'em on ya hands
Done with no love, [?]
[?] to smoked, wife found him in the van
You was arrogant man, never been cordial
With no respect of those who came before you
You can see it in evil, sly and disagreeable
Now people use your shirts to wipe their vehicles
Reading them rights so ya mind will be tight
Stop tryna be like fools who tryna be liked
Everybody who looking for a creative handout
Tryna stand in, it's time to stand out
[Chorus]
We make music for the love, we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke, it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name
We make music for the love, we ain't in for the fame
Cross the line and get your face broke, it's simple and plain
Twenty years and I ain't changed, my intentions the same
So you can't talk about the game unless you mention my name