[Verse: Sadhu]

Yo
Podcasting; telecasting
Rap fanatics be like chicks and scream my name when climaxing
Fasting off hip hop, non stop
Scribner Hill set in stone like palm prints on concrete blocks
And I give shots to my people
Hard work deceives you, want a dollar's smirk
Lust for more perks, you got that honest curse
They caught your eyes rolling
Wanna skip the stress and give the D to all the chicks with they legs open
Simplest, yet hopeless
Sofa's for lounging when the weed got you boneless
Don't toke this, choke on it like Eminem's first start into showbiz
No disrespect
Only kids half step to make the cash come correct
Check them specs, 'cuz the world is a lens
The way it's viewed, it depends on who view it
And how it represents they ideals and ideologies
Fuck a buck, my depiction of rap is like astrology
Star struck, space odyssey
'Cuz it's either the herb, to get ya higher than Mars
Or the cash, to get ya dome feeding off power and it's fantasies
So I bust bars to optimum
'Cuz it's either rap, or sling with kids who pack heat like nobodies' stopping them
They convey, that n***a Jose spending 360 days
Everyday, 'till his sentence astray
For what? Momma never told me
I see her writing letters to the penitentiary
But I guess it's personal to her
Don't wanna tell me 'cuz I leak the info to my pops who is in rivalry
But it's the same shit in the game
Not even in it yet, but I could see why these names on billboard fame is a facade
Of what's true to they face
That's why they pray to Allah, who hold the cross like it's raw emotion
In front of lights, cameras and action they boasting they image
But behind the lens it's contracts with blood signage