RationalMadman

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

You can't tell me shit, I'm in this bitch takin' Belve' sips

Feeling like the only one who truly knew Joell'd be rich

I'm walking in the 40 feeling 26 as I watch heavy wrist pull-ups, push-ups and dips 20 a clip

In my tank top looking like the old fif

Enemy killer on my hip

Guess that's why they call it a fo' fifth

Jump in my new whip

Bumping some old shit, grown shit

Fahrenheit cologne shit, oh shit

The first half deposits from them shows hit

Bank teller cougar looking at your boy ferocious

No miss, I'm a married man

Wife badder than arrival time of ambulances

In the hood with traffic jams after them cannons blam

Digital scale with shake on it going hand to hand

Now business deals we shake on, it's still a hand to hand

But different though

Careful how you livin' bro

I keep business on my mind and stay minding my business, yo

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]

Somebody said, "Get your money young man"

I was walking in a store

Triple OG by the door

He looked up and he said, "Yo! Get your money young man"

But be careful how you make it

'Cause them people wanna take it

Leave your bank account naked

"Get your money young man"

Now the roles done changed

I'm giving these kids game

I tell 'em the same thing, "Get your money young man"

And there's six million ways to get it

Choose one

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]

The cabinets were bare

Mama could barely prepare the recipes

I got on my grizzly then go get the honey

Wanted more than the bare necessities

The air, the seven seas, the land

I traveled every place on the face of the earth

To repair discrepancies in my generational curse

Went everywhere for extra cheese

Never scared to ever squeeze

So drop your diss song

You'll be a wrap over wax like record sleeves

When the heckler sneeze

We ain't playing with celebrities

Y'all playing, we the referees

Flexing our expertise

Used to slang and peddle death

Got the amphetamines from a Blood

That's red and meth

Niggas went from Haile Selassie to Emeril Lagasse

Whippin' work, ghetto chef

Ballin', tryna catch a check

But falling down Heaven steps

Do better, this a new letter to whoever's next

Senators already take stances on issues.  This is how they get elected.

Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's arena talk

You still on your Training Day, you Ethan Hawke

Rappers with your get rich quick scheme gimmicks

Instead of hating you should focus on your sixteenth minute

We are not side by side, ain't no split-screen image

I'ma be around forever like a Springsteen ticket

I'm just bathing in success, yeah I rinse clean with it

I put my best foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot

I got blitzkrieg critics

They ain't wastin' no time

But I ain't wastin' no money, so I pay 'em no mind

That's a lie, I be snappin'

That's my fault, I'm adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about me

Just hatin' and judging

For the sake of discussion, in the hopes of some clout

Shit's been stressful, I just need some pretty hoes with some mouth

Put my home in the South, 10K square feet

Name your favorite rappers now, let's play "where's he?"

Probably chasin' a hit, probably lost in LA

Probably paying for likes, probably paying for plays

Probably owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador

Business manager furious, like "What the fuck did you spend that for?"

Fuck y'all though, I'ma keep on winnin'

I got angels all around me, y'all can keep on sinnin'

'Cause ain't no way y'all are fuckin' up my light light

I spent two million just on taxes, somethin' light light

In hindsight, I was right all along, life of a don

Writin' songs, all those hooks were a fight to get on

You gotta see it way before it happens, yes yes

I'ma be the greatest, I won't settle for next best

Got your girl in her birthday suit, that's best dressed

Plus she likes girls too like Ellen DeGeneres

First class Emirates that's how I'm flyin'

SUVs on the tarmac, that's how I'm arrivin'

Presidential treatment, ooh this life so good

White skin, they can't believe that I got friends in the hood

I know the love songs and melodies throw y'all off

Don't give a fuck about your face tats, we know y'all soft

People we know with face tats got them for a reason

You use them for the gang culture aesthetic, you reachin'

A lot of kids are poppin' xans and sippin' lean now

A lot of rappers using Instagram to teach how

A lot of kids OD'ed that you don't read 'bout

'Cause they don't follow rappers, they just follow fiends now

But I'm the bad guy for callin' it out

I come in clutch with the truth, y'all are stallin' it out

I only get in trouble when I say the truth

Which means you gettin' fed lies everyday, you fools

Do your research before you try and speak on my name

Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the chains

The beats classic, I amaze myself

I'm a boss, I'm a owner, yeah I pay myself

Fuck the capes of society, I saved myself

Even after all the millions bitch, I stayed myself

I still take my mom with me, Bugus still right here

New people think my buzz got here in a lightyear

Fuck y'all, this ain't a Toy Story

I eat Nigerian, save some moimoi for me

Yeah, lot of y'all girls I coulda hit

But I'm the type to pass the pussy to stay home and cut a hit

Never fuck a chick at her house, she got exes

I just bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits

Cameras at the entrance

Try if you want to

Bugus told me, "God forbid they get you, I got you"

I'm an idol, people treat me like Billy

Singin' and rappin' goin' platinum, people treat me like Drizzy

Take the studio with me

Set up shop in the telly

I've watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop like Belly

There ain't shit you can tell me, you can save that shit

Fake convos before favors, I hate that shit

Yesterday turned down a 150,000

I ain't trippin' 'bout it

I get that every week like allowance

From my independent catalog

Fuck these rec league rappers tryna battle 'Bron

Stay in your lane, this is big business

Move bitch, get back like Chris Bridges

I remember only sellin' like six tickets

Now I make the girls crazy like Sid Vicious

I coulda played it different, coulda silenced all my truths

Coulda buddied up with rappers for the sake of looking cool

But it's not in me to be fake, I can't do it

I can see through it, man this game is translucent

They twist the truth for the headline drama

Clicks create traffic, traffic creates dollars

The sheep believe it, they ain't up on game yet

Smooth rides ain't as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn)

Controversy is currency, controversy is clout

That's why my haters keep my name in their mouth

Y'all are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion

It's hard to stop my movement when I'm already in motion

This ain't luck, this is by design

I had to work in the dark for my light to shine

A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon

A lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too soon (damn)

My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for some

It forces them to look around and see what they haven't done

That's a line for any hater, y'all are mad at yourselves

Judging every move I make, y'all distractin' yourselves

You could do this shit too if you wanted

But you would rather sit around and bitch and make comments

Oh well, suit yourself, be miserable

I'm country-hoppin' in a jet, that's the visual

I saw this coming in my hoodie with the plaid flannel

I bet on myself, yeah I had to gamble

I feel like I'm half god, half mammal

Bitch I turned my life into the Travel Channel

I'm not home, I'm in Stockholm

With heated floors and the beds with the soft foam

It's like clockwork watching sore losers poke their heads out

Every time I big myself up, they get stressed out

I'm the best out, yeah I said it

Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits

I'm the best out, yeah I said it

Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the credits

[Verse 3]

They call me privileged, y'all can't admit that I'm gifted

I did it without a label's assistance, I made the business decisions

I overcame the addictions, lived in the streets, got evicted

Kicked it with killers and strippers, but still my vision was different

I bought a mic, started spitting, produced the beats and I mixed it

I turned my hand into a fist and flipped a bird to the system

I prayed I'd finish my mission and keep my image consistent

I fixed the parts that were missing and switched the gas and the pistons

It's mathematics and physics, I had to travel the distance

I had to add some ambition and then subtract my suspicions

I wanted castles and riches, headed for caskets or prisons

I battled glasses of liquor and cabinets packed with prescriptions

[Verse 4]

And still these fucking rappers wanna sneak diss

All over my Facebook, always tryna tweet shit

I ain't gonna keep this a secret, my marketing genius

The algorithm triggered by exploiting your weakness

And y'all can call me clickbait and gimmicks, I call me rich

A million monthly listens on Spotify, suck my dick

I'm about to drop a couple million dollars on the crib

Quarter million on a whip, I just sent my mom a grip

And first of all, I heard it all, I could write a perfect song

I Google the net worth of rappers hating, and I don't respond

Middle finger from a private jet, I don't give a single flying fuck

Every single person I have met: pussy in person, on Twitter they tough

[Verse 5]

Yo, if rappers wanna beef, I got the roast pan

Put 'em in the dirt like a fucking UFO crash

Double time rappers mad I murder it with slow raps

All they do is go fast, turn 'em to some ghost with the most facts

Slow clap, pulling triggers quickly with no blowback

Cracking under pressure like a cold glass, no fence

Jealous that I rose fast, y'all are on the rollback

Look at your career: it's a joke, man

Promise that I won't laugh, say you got the smoke, can't afford gas

Oh man, so sad, you record your album in a closet full of clothes with a notepad

Strong on the outside, muscles with no bone mass

[Hook]

Back up, you too close you need to back up

We've been rolling up the backwoods

This blunt is not filled with tobacco

Chop the top on that da capo

Press the button watch it act up

I'm the one that other rappers

Let them also make a master

[Verse 1]

But pussy don't make you the man

Neither does poppin' the bands

Or talking follows on the gram

I know they sleeping, if I see another kid napping then I'll make them get in the van

Maybe sedan, uh, maybe someday, you wake up drunk in the trunk of a wraith

Hollywood Boulevard bumping the bass

I love it just look at the look on my face

They got me jogging in place

I'm bout to run out of patience

I see you running my place

Ooh, that's a cute imitation

This is a new simulation

No longer stuck in the matrix

I do not fuck with the playlist, fuck all the radio stations

[Hook]

Back up, you too close you need to back up

We've been rolling up the backwoods

This blunt is not filled with tobacco

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I need more negative feedback

Yeah, I wanna read that

This is debate, I want the hate, I really mean that, bring me the beat back

Okay it took me a minute to see that's how you getting to sell out arenas

Shooting my shot at a Bella Hadid, and you do not get a rebuttal or read back

I must admit I've been getting noted

I book up Gigi I didn't know her

I know the devil he on my shoulder

500 horses they in the motor

Hottest tamales in California

Colder than Yachty in Minnesota

I get to pick them in any order

No I do not spend a penny on them

I'm the one saving my dividends

I'm trying to upgrade the residence

I need the Franklin's, I need my Reagan's

Man to be honest I don't know my presidents

This is a business, I'm pivotin'

That doesn't mean that I'm giving in

You and the bitches are synonym

Don't give a fuck about what your opinion is

[Bridge]

Ah, you got the hits

You are no man, why are you selling your 6

You do not call me a check, now Imma get rich

Call on label and tell them to suck on my dick

It's not a real criticism in philosophy to say that a thought experiment isn't realistic.

it is absolutely absurd to claim that being raised by the system is better than two dads or two moms.  If not totally insane.  

[Verse 2: K-Rino]

Eventually I begin to see, all of the wickedness in the industry

Fell in love with the premise of getting it independently

Had the tendency to miss signals that God was sending me

But even though I suffered some losses it didn't hinder me

Witnessed many crazy dynamics be in an artist

Some said my lyrics were hard but thought that my beats were garbage

Even when I started getting popular still I was starving

Cars passing by me playing my music while I was walking

Rap not paying the bills, you're scared to open the mail

People wishing you success but inside hoping you fail

You've got a goal in mind with no means of achieving

It's lonely chasing a dream that only you seem to believe in

[Hook: Ronetta Spencer]

I have a hard time, chasing my dreams

I have to have a strong mind, when the water got deep

I had to go the whole nine, a lot of nights no sleep

I love it when it feels like, I'm on my own two feet

Yeahhh

[Verse 3: K-Rino]

It's not many people who know, how truly deep it can go

Still receiving indecent proposals for features and shows

The cheapest promoters leach on the most seasoned of pros

And thoughts of leaving, I can list plenty reasons for those

Keeping composure is the secret we should impose

I heated that when the payout frequency slowed

I beat up the road seeking more music seeds I can sow

And it wasn't always available when I needed some dough

I'm still learning long as I've been in this, it switches up fast

You might ask how could I love something so vicious and bad

All I can say is when you find your gift stay on your note

If you master a situation you can shape the result