I've been crumbing crumbing
Cutting for that chicken cutlet
I've been plugging plugging
Anyone who needs an outlet
I've been stepping over concrete just to find a crack
Something I could slip through
Surrogate for headphone jack
I've been sure of it
Underground stay hella lit
Once you see the light of day
Top 40 pay get in the way
I'd rather spit it how I know it and stay f*cking broke
You got a crew of clowns artistry is f*cking jokes
I'm laughing at you
Not an actor I stay mostly truthful
I got big hands I could really grab a fistful
I support a dream but killing me is very wishful
I feel like tyler in the house of rap y'all perry skillful
But Imma keep creating
Nothing to be remediated
May I remind y'all that progression is no pitfall
But I pity y'all
Who wanna quit when you reach the fall
Or wanna sound you can sell to industry cabal
If one more person seem perplexed by the fact I rap
This ain't a mouse trap this desert rat gon' snap
Fingernails clean but my fingerprints akin
To grooves on a record they been dust collecting
Or my tolerance for bullshit it's been f*cker tested
I'm about to grab the mic either duck or tap in
Cuz when these f*ckers drop out I'm the one left standing
That's a lesson when it comes to URS no one can stand in