Why would I be struggling-artist?
When I could talk shit, and be juggling-arses,
Every day of the week, I'll be smothered-in-large-tits,
Chicks in the club with me guzzling-glasses,
Of Bacardi,
Fuck life, every day's a party!
Well at least for me, dunno 'bout half-these,
In club tryna be fake G's and barbies,
But do I really care about them?!
Pssh, Hardly!'
Long as I'm getting paid-by-the-kart,
Full and everyone sees my name-in-the-charts,
Enough hundred bills to wipe stains-on-my-arse,
And a mansion to see how many planes-I-can-park,
In my garden,
Then I'm cool with spitting jargon,
That don't mean shit, and never pushes the margin,
And to the haters i beg your pardon,
But I was born for stardom!
(Alex Lewis):
I wanna be,
Be famous,
I want everyone to know what my name-is,
I wanna see,
My name in the A-List,
If I aint rich then making music is aimless.
Why would I wanna make touching-music?
As long as the shit's catchy and sluts-can-use-it,
To get down low, thrust-their-boobs-with,
Sniff a line of a coke and fucking loose-it!
So let's get commercialized,
Sell a million tracks and some merchandise,
Fuck sense!
Man just spurt-some-lies,
And fuck a video, let this chick work-her-thighs,
I, wanna be put on some sort-of-a-pedestal,
Just for bringing tracks that are warped-and-forgettable,
Fuck six different whores-like-a-general,
Wake up with funny little warts-on-my-genitals!
Living the rap star life-like-a-G,
Staying bad with the lyrics but nice-with-the-P's,
Fuck being the best rapper this side-of-the-sea,
Man a superstar is all ... (I-wanna-be)()
So baby get low,
Everyone knows,
I got them hoes!
Money and clothes!
So, worship my toes!
While I bust a pose,
Forget bars and flows,
Na, man i just want dough!
It's like, why be creative?
Sex-sells!
Any video with tits in it excels!
And even if you are an artist who gets-shelved,
The industry's already looking for the next-12!
Fuck what songs you-can-give!
They just wanna sign up what's lucrative,
Making millions appealing to stupid-kids,
But just think of the lifestyle you-could-live!
Pick a car for every day-just,
Throwing away them P's like you're living in Vegas!
Selling to people in moneyless places,
While you puff a cigar with your hollywood neighbors,
Chicks throwing their bras and their knickers on stages,
Just shameless,
Wanting to test your dick for the flavors,
Ready to fuck 'cause they've seen you in papers,
Lewy just tell em what the aim-is...()

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