44 Bars

If you're dealing war, backwards stay far

We're dealing with truths and rights

Come some more into my sight

You no hear me yet?

Hear me live and direct

Walk with your tap

Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit

I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit

It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged

No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same

The incredible album, what an incredible outcome

I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm

I used to think the fame and money was the motivation

Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and

Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement

It ain't about the money and notoriety

It's about the people and making a difference in society

But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a movie

The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding a Uzi

One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he?

Same level, the same rebel that never settled

Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto

And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered

Cause shit is different now

It's forced upon me, different stances

I used to spend all my time conversing with you

But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting with you

Shit is too big, but let's be honest man, it's kinda bittersweet

Besides the shows and meet and greets

Y'all only see me on the street

And even then, that shit is rare—I just don't go outside

Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide

That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride"

Shit I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied

People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"

Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit

Since the first album

I'm one of the highest earners on the label

Within six months I put the second one on they table

I played sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce

Release the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce

Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now

Just let me bounce

The mood around me is people smokin' it by the ounce

Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday

With a hundred grand

Don't fuck with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand

You know my first week looking crazy due to high demand

Cause people don't buy music in this day and age

They buy the brand

There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong

But back when I ain't have shit

Felt like I woulda sold my soul to make it with this rap shit

Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask

Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass

Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot with more to gain?

At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt

We call that champagne

Come some more into my sight