A nigga told me the record company's the pimp The artist is the hoe The stage is the corner And the audience is the trip god damn
(verse one) {:21} Incredible young nigga you can't belive i'm just one nigga God damn i've gotten bigger Intellect superior Walk in a room and make the whole interior inferior If you look me in my eyes You might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soul Grab ahold Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think If you wink, i'll make you ich think Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matter Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema All praises due to the creator --for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near-- True, inventor of the double-you What choo wanna do, i got the red and the blue Show me one nigga dedicated to raps I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps Record company death traps settin' decoys Just to pimp young b-boys With a cup full of yak, studio contact Maniac with a contract Well turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' treble About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in And take all my publishin', god damn Do i take it up the rectum Just to rock the spectrum Give up a right arm, just to do a form Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin' No more, record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more No more No more No more
You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)
You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo) I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)
(verse two) {2:01} I'ma keep it simple, it went from "please listen to my demo" To "get your ass out my limo" Stretch presidential It's essential cuz the record company will have your ass in a rental If you let 'em, You have to behead 'em Contracts you never read 'em CEO's you never met 'em Sent to an atourney, Burnstein and Burney Nigga that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for ya Treat ya like they emloy ya, i'm a warrior Bite you in the ass like a Georgetown Hoya When they ignore ya cause, you got to hold your balls Catch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stalls And then you show 'em that you ain't a rookie Let 'em know that you'd rather have, more points than more pussy Pimp turned bookie Now how the fuck i get in so much debt God damn, we just met Welcome to the rap game Motherfucker be confused and broke before he know whats happenin' You can be the star and fuck women I'ma just play the back and keep winnin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more (No more), record company pimpin' No more No more No more No more
You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo) I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (i got to holla at you, holla at you)
You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free) So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)
It went from please listen to my demo To get your ass out my limo {x4}
(outro) {3:43} Mama's, don't let your kids grow up to be rappers Unless you tell them if they gonna get in this buisness They better learn this buisness Or they goan get fucked Simple as that Simple as that
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