Turn your mind off; now listen, this ain’t life, this is my vision
It may be a fucked up mission, but this is my fuckin ambition
I’m gonna make it in the game, buy jewels, show my fame
Diss you cos of your name, tell you that your raps are lame
And keep my pistol in the trunk, and then drive at you drunk
What’s that, you don’t think I’ll make it, I don’t give a fuck?
Well I do bitch, so stop, switch, and quit spittin your writ shit
Or I’ll kill you with lyrics that were written for yo fit bitch
That I took last night, when I talked, and showed my attitude
And you got up and left, walked, embarrassed like I flattered you
Then you waited out front, faggot, I left the club from the back
Then shot you up with crappy similes that I stole from your raps
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Faggot I do this cos it’s my job
I don’t do this for fun, so fuck you
I’m gonna make it, this my job
I don’t do this for fun, so fuck you
You know I’m twelve lines closer to makin it now, so fuck you
If I see you in the streets, watch your back cos I’ll mug you
I see other emcees in the hood, spittin one bar rhymes, thinkin
You good, dickhead, I want some of whatever you drinkin
Cos you wack as fuck, you suck, you need a dick, leave your clique
Cos they hate you…this is the life that I chose, kickin with you
Sleepin with HipHop, I married the game, I’ll wear the chain
If it helps me make it, I don’t want people thinking the same
That I tried to fake it, cos homie I didn’t, I did it my way
I hustled as a kid so I could pay for my studio time
To diss you, cos no one can see you like an audio mime*
Faggot…
[Hook]
Faggot I do this cos it’s my job
I don’t do this for fun, so fuck you
I’m gonna make it, this my job
I don’t do this for fun, so fuck you
cos no one can see you like an audio mime - cant see any sounds, so cant see if they mimin