[Verse] Yeah Tell you this much, hip-hop is not dead Highly favored by God just like X, yeah You know the world is yours just like Nas said But keep your head up, homie, just like Pac said Money, power, respect like The LOX said Don't follow niggas talking that 'never led' 'Cause everybody can't go just like Nip said And sixteen ain't enough just like Stacks said Fuck celebrity, niggas ain't got the answers It's Jeopardy, what's a scared rapper for 500? A felony 'cause niggas might take your life and do life 'Cause they starving in the streets and ain't wrapped too tight It ain't gotta make sense for them to get the green light For a solution to solve they plight Watching when you not home, scannin' on motorbikes Might flock yo' shit, in need of some new Nikes In need of a new MacBook Pro, they too slow They done wiped the whole shit and flipped it for five notes They done heard 10 no's, tryna to sell you a water for one dollar Rich folks barely come through and bother Far from teen toddlers, ngas know how to walk and talk And navigate the turf, they way more than stock That started the Wall Street, but in need of your investment I could talk till I'm blue in the face, I'm digressin Yeah Tell you this much, hip-hop is not dead Holily favored by God just like X, yeah You know the world is yours just like Nas said But keep your head up, homie, just like Pac said Money, power, respect like The LOX said Don't follow niggas talking that 'never led' 'Cause everybody can't go just like Nip said And sixteen ain't enough just like stacks Fuck celebrity, a status that they stuck in They can't talk about nothing, they shadow-bannin' disruption If you ain't brand-safe, you barely leaving with something Better co-sign that genocide, a smile for your budget Better promote homicide on ngas and love it Tell them queens they bitches, black love ain't for the public It was never accepted, they goal post suggested On what real success is, I learned about their metrics It's like a nga combine, who can sprint the fastest Leave their homies behind, examples for the masses We gon' put your cover on the rap caviar Carl Chery will juggle your balls, you'll go so far The fanciest car, Luigi by the jar You don't even need a purpose, know they love trash bars If Bob Johnson never sold BET If they never strip my man Ali If Cosby didn't bid on NBC If Mike didn't own Sony ATV I probably wouldn't be inspired to talk my shit on beats Don't let your face get hit with cleats, get out my way Fuck celebrity, that shit ain't me Especially when they give my art for free
