Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin' somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips Either way you embrace it Can't no amount of money or lady replace it And after all this rhymin' If I refer to you as a girl niggaz'd call this common I'm through as a fan No disrespect to music, I'm talkin' to you as a man How the fuck is you flossin' a Benz? Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em Jim Jones dissin' Jay This rap shit done gone a different way (That's right) I know my lawyers play the lies game It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name Nothin' but Ludacris answers The game backwards like dancers Shootin' on the same dance floor You grew up and answer to them shooters Now them shooters is dancin' Fuck you too You corny so I gotta cut you loose I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines I got these A&R's heart racin', got 'em in fear of me Sonnin' they flagship artists for spittin' [Incomprehensible] This is bar raisin', I'm raisin' the bar So far tryin' to look at it's equivalent to star gazin' Think I'd rather be water-boardin', you feel me? Than to listen to what y'all recordin' for real G Hell naw, I will not support it Rather switch places with the child mom's aborted, kill me My skills be on point like a flyin' dart Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin' art A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark But a vulture with a lion heart I eloquently breathe fire I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer And I could teach riders how to do they thang So they won't ruin the game for comin' off lame We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean? Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing Or I'm a leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes Cut you loose, cut you loose Call me a hater when I'm tellin' the truth, expect it SoundScan is unveilin' the proof, respect it Here's somethin' you could never dispute The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth, I wreck shit Man I feel ruined inside Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive I found out I been persuin' a lie It's nothin' like what I thought, man, the proof's in the pie 'Cause ain't no puddin' in the hood when niggaz shoot to survive But what's my single? Ask dude in the suit and a tie Who stole the whip? Man, I'm losin' my drive I 'member when singles used to have cuts on it Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it Can't bring it back if it's wack, when they come back then it's crack I'm fiendin' for somethin good so I can puff on it Y'all don't even give me a buzz I can't enjoy a glass of beer if it's really just suds Nothin' there but the air in y'all heads Man, I'm fed dawg, I had it up to here I'm cuttin' you loose, fuckin' abuse I can't believe they in your talks when you discussin' the truth These dudes suck and they bad liars This is not what I expected when I was 11 steppin' up in rap cyphers I thought you had to be mad nice But apparently you could be trash as long as You look good and have ice I ain't complainin', I'm just sayin' though There's no reason a musician should wanna watch a television Instead of be listenin' to the radio, I'm cuttin' you loose Look, I used to dream of just bein wit'chu Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu On the block on the scene wit'chu And the most beautiful thing wit'chu Is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit'chu Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue Then we started arguin', havin' single issues Somethin's off nowadays, you don't seem official, so I see you with them other artists and it's sickenin' E'rythin's changed since we parted, you been different Do whatever for bread boo when you started trickin' For real though How you could thug me? If I can't be me when I'm wit'chu, tell me how could you love me? Get so ugly, eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggaz So you still be dyin' to fuck me, baby, don't interrupt me Ain't complete tryin' to compete but you judge me What you really think of me, you disgust me I 12 step my addict itch So Method Man, you could have that bitch But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC I just hit her hard and she got papers against me It's cool, I get up wit'chu later if meant be Just text them old heads, tell 'em mate with they memories