Radio

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

Bitch please, I don't play that shit

I ain't begging nobody, please play my hit

I ain't buying no meals for a few petty spins

Play my jam, not a soul's tuned in

Doing these drops, we ain't even shared words

Punk DJs tryna play me for the herb

Doing interviews, they don't even know your name

Kicking yourself questioning why you came

It's not like a spin a week is bound to bring you fame

Mix shows is programmed, now it's not a game

This ain't going out to every DJ in the world

I know a few who hold me down, keep it thoro

But to them niggas tripping on that power shit

You can taste the tip of a sick nigga's dick

Play my shit, stop tryna get paid

Radio DJs acting like slaves

[Chorus:]

DJ, I need to hear me on the radio

I'm tryna turn me up loud on the radio

I need to make my mama proud on the radio

I'm tryna turn it up loud like "Here we go! "

[Rapper Big Pooh:]

These folks got the game fucked up

All cause some little wack niggas lucked up

Putting bullshit out that you people sucked up

That's all you ever hear yo, the radio sucks

Nah fuck that, the radio's corrupt

People sell souls, get a little airtime

I tried to play fair but I wouldn't sell mine

So, they pushed me to the back of the line

Them niggas ain't know, I don't need y'all to climb

Poobie still shine and in this dog eat dog

Crab in the barrel, niggas living in the fog

Blinded by smog, getting caught up in the hype

Your single got burned but you never took flight

Five years later we forgot your name

Goodbye, God bless, but we glad you came

I swear to y'all it's a shaaame...

[Chorus]