Hey

Money, I rap like I don't need it
Urge to attack the track and I'm gonna feed it
Heated discussions, busting, I'll never put it down
Hip Hop is not a genre, it's more than just a sound
Time to take down the idols, entitled, divided
Your conscious mind, and all the blind ones denied it
They fight it, but let the truth get you excited
This life was made to live, not just sit around despising
The others, the others
Hey, I'm back like a cliche
He say, always stay away from the she say
The game doesn't need me, I need it
No recognition, still I'll never even leave it
Defeated, never that, indeed it's
A puzzle, I'm hustling to pick up the pieces
Reese's

And most will never know
How it feels to be the boss of your own flow
No shows, I chose to make Hip Hop my side bitch
Not because I'm not passionate, because the size fits
I like it, but I wouldn't dare monetize
Most commercial raps are lies and over dramatized
Not mine, I say whatever the fuck I feel
All real, control the wheel whenever I spill
Oh dear, here he goes again with the preaching
reach inside their minds and let it sink in
Let it sink in
Strengthened, strong voice, speak 'till the beat ends
Recently words been reaching, let 'em seep in
You don't have to be the best to be decent
No matter what anyone says don't let the beast in
Besides it's only opinion, defending against them
Is useless, hey, chunk the deuces