What For

Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Not so there's bitches always screaming out my name
Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Do it so you bitches put respect on my name

Stuber what you rap for? You ain't even half-black
You ain't from the hood man how come you act that
Look, I know I'm white and didn't grow up in the ghetto
Ya'll are puppets to the system so I guess I'll play Gepetto
Pull the string of these haters gotta make em dance now
Tell em suck my dick while I'm rapping with my pants down
Constant jealous hatin' by you bitches is a sad sound
What can you rap about born and raised in Madtown
Talk about my life and all the pain that I feel
Tryin' to cope with it without taking a pill
I'll have the last laugh when I'm making a mill
Sick of you haters saying that I'm faking what's real
When I heard rap felt like I fit right in
Said I ain't belong with my bright white skin
Funny how white rapper jokes come from other boys
Irrelevant static in my ears fuck that white noise

Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Not so there's bitches always screaming out my name
Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Do it so you bitches put respect on my name

Wanna be revered as the illest in the game
Plundering the booth leave the building up in flames
Started from the bottom feelin' something like I'm Drake
Cuz ever since I started rappin' nothing was the same
All the odds against me scratched and clawed like a cat fight
Just to fucking get to where I'm at on this damn mic
I stay grindin' til I'm big enough to have a fansite
Hit the stage open curtains turn off the damn lights
Wait a minute dawg, thought it wasn't for the fame
Thought you just wanted some respect on your name
Truth be told it's really one in the same
And if you care to listen then I'll care to explain
If you get the love your skills will pay the bills
Still love music if I never make the mills
If shit never pops it stops and hits the fan
I will never quit rap, Hip-Hop is what I am

Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Not so there's bitches always screaming out my name
Ya'll got it twisted I don't do it for the loot
I do it for the love of the music in the booth
Not for the money and it's not for the fame
Do it so you bitches put respect on my name



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Writer(s): Thomas Stuber
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