I'm so ashamed To go back to my hood Man I listened to records I'm not really moved Stacking and packing Your vocals ain't making a difference Your music career is doomed Ain't nothing wrong About forming a crew But your homies are wack Better tell em the truth Let me talk to vernacular rappers Can you stop with the madness I've had it Y'all be switching The lingo for practice Copy the phrases It ain't attractive Lemme talk the autotuners Damn producers and the over-users Y'all ain't meeting standard, damnit Stick to the key It ain't magic, damnit The reason you smoke up Before you record-we know That you panic damnit Some of y'all ruin the reputation Fan or a rapper don't make a difference All them niggas are sounding the same What they rapping about an abomination They could be capping all day Most of you niggas Are pretty predictable I know you broke And I'm not gonna pitty you Face on the poster But nobody paying you Nobody likes you They just tolerating you Back with the autotune Flipping the script Nigga this shit Ain't nothing new I'm pretty chill Y'all niggas inaudible Fumbling in I only **** with a Ws and the ka-Ching Y'all niggas should vamanos I really mean it And I ain't gonna lie to you Your shit is weak You gotta pick up a thing or two I'm pretty heated How you let em believe in you Even in the eastrand I ain't really got competition I just step inside the room They know its total demolition Changing their verses When they heard I'm on the record I don't really feature em It's not that I'm a menace But it's really Cause I can't afford Them ruining my records I'm on another level And it's taking up some acres Niggas at the bottom And they struggle with the pen I guess the microphone Is not just anybody's friend Some of you niggas Outchea gotta get a job It's kind of embarrassing You're turning 25 Still living with your mom And you still no rhymes I mean, tell me nigga When you gonna stop?