MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot, Talkin bout how much money they got…all y’all records sound the same. I’m sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio, Same scenes in the video, monotonous material. …Y’all don’t hear me though: These record labels slang our tapes like dope. You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke.
