[Verse 1]
I'm tired of boys jumpin' in the game acting like they invented it
Hollerin' that they gangsters but they never represented it
Real Gs heard your shit and instantly resented it
Claimin' hood strife that you ain't never been presented with
Now the streets is talkin' killers out here wanna touch your head
Aggravated 'cause they found out who ya is and what ya said
Partner if you ain't hard, don't act hard, just be yourself
Caught up in the mix is how you [?]
Frontin' like a gangster is just somethin' that you try to do
How'd you like to find out that your favorite rapper lied to you?
Sellin' [?] on the mic would be a threat to you
Harder than a motherfucker 'til somebody step to you
Win or lose, stand up and fight, man [?] hands
Understand you ain't gotta act gangster to be a man
Cappin' on your CDs, but I can see the game in it
K-Rino is real, I ain't livin' it I ain't claimin' it

[Hook]
Boys operatin' on bad bizness
You keep it up and you'll be livin' in your last minutes
Somebody told me all money ain't good money but no money's worse
Don't even speak about no work unless you're payin' me first

[Verse 2]
I need to explain somethin' to y'all who want K to spit a verse
Don't approach me about business until you got the paper first
I'ma piss on your situation, no love included
No exception to the rule, major label or independent
Simple and plain, I'm all about collecting my change
You disrespected me but also disrespected the game
When you got the dividends you can hand me the track then
And you can save that talk about payin' me on the back end
You dealin' with pros, so I'ma expose you hoes
That go from compilation sixteen bar flows at shows
Playin' games and finna get your ass beat purple
I spit free for only a few and you ain't in that circle
If you comin' at me real man I'll cut you a deal
My response all depends only on what you reveal
Don't even fix your mouth to ask me what I charge for a song
If you ain't ready to break bread get your punk ass on
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And I don't send my music into major labels, they crooks
You'll mess around and hear mainstream rappers fittin' your hooks
Instead of signin' you they stealin', that's how bastards get hurt
Then got the nerve to come to your city and do a concert
Man I can't count how many rappers that done stole my lines
And I done heard my hooks and concepts at least twenty times
I gotta tell it, 'cause it'll happen forever if I let it
These bastards know they stole your shit and won't give you credit
Hollywood hoes, I bust you in the mouth and smile
Worthless-ass rappers makin' millions offa your style
And I ain't trippin' on no paper, I don't want one dime
But motherfuckers, speak my name when you speak my lines

[Hook]