Blueprint
Radio - Inactive
it's my time, I'm bout to blowyou slept first, now you knowthe rap game, a thousand clonesall worried about they clothesI used to chill, at my homeNow I'm all about the roadMoving, locking down the showsHit the telly, count the doughShake hands, make plans, rent vans, make fans, God damnThis is how a little boy became a manYou want the fame and all the richesBig name model bitchesBut you don't wanna hustletwice as hard to try to get itYou got a lot to wine aboutWhile you talking wildin outI'm posted outside the clubworking passing flyers outwhat's Print's life about? The same thing I rhyme aboutmake good music and give my fans something to smile aboutyou outta try it out, we like to call it honestyit's the best policy, the reason why they follow memy reputation proceeds me, the rap game needs mecause I do the impossible, but make it look easynow all the underdogs wanna take shots at my figurecause I'm eatin real big and didn't invite them to dinnerLetras de cancionesyou wasn't there when I put it in the ovenso when it's time to break bread cousin don't ask me for nothingeverybody got a rhyme, if not a rhyme they got a beatif not keys of cocaine, they all packin heatso what they really telling me, when they aint outselling meand everything they say or do is fueled by their jealousy?I know you tryin to politic, and I'm only involved with itSo you can get in the game, take the ball and then run with itThey tried to hit me with the same thing that you fell formake it more commercial Print you probably would sell more!But I'm eatin now, so I'm like what the hell for?Telling me to change only makes me rebel moreBut radio don't want that, print don't fit the formatTell dude to change it up then maybe he can come backI made this in my basement when you wasn't even thereTo express my feelings, not to be played on the airSo am I wrong or secure if I really don't careIf this ever turns into something that anybody hears?Man I'm an artist. These other dudes is shook.I write my album on my sidekickNo paper, no notebooks, then rhyme for five minutes straightNo breaks, no hooks, no punchlines, no similesso I'm easy to overlookBut Grooveshack, Theives World, Expo, ScribblejamI been around in every single era and I'm still the manAnd while I may not get the same hype as the next manEverything in my life is going according to his planSo thank God for every fan, every single listenerWho told me to make the art, you don't gotta switch it upYou put it out, we'll pick it upDo you, stay strongCause you're the main reason we don't turn our radios on.
From Letras Mania