Whatever happened to rappin for the fun of it
Now a days you say shit and ppl be loadin they guns up wit
Their homies
Their one and onlys
They tryin to win the tony's
But they all a buch of phoneys
Atleast they are In my book
Cuz even if they make money they still gunna be a crook
I tell ppl I wanna be a rapper and the look
They like..
You know you're white right?
You probably can't even rock a mic
So then I sit up all night
Writing lyrics to show them I can be shit
Nex day I record and diss someone I got beef with
It don't make no sense
Cuz even if I got 1 million cents
You wouldn't get 1
Alright I've had my fun
This is my movement
The under ones
