Sounds like some, J Cole type shit, heh

Uh

Uh

Hey

Hey

He-hey

Uh

Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh

My friends, fans, and family want me to write a page

But I can't do it bearing to the shit that I shall say

For heaven's sakes, I don't do it to go get fucking paid

Cause people look at me nowadays claiming I'm a sage

With my intelligence, I give it out to hella kids

They use it with tons of negligence but with better sense that they gon' get the praise

Man, praise from what, praise from who?

What they gon' do, what you do with a gun and who you shoot

That's none of my business, trust

I don't get in this, cause

Not one for sinning, but

I would've thought that fuckers would've figured out by now

That your friends don't give a fuck about you when you're out there down

And when you gotta get it, you gotta gotta get it

Cause successful **** don't wanna give it to you

You gotta gotta split it, uh

Split from the motion, uh

Sip on the potion

Or cause devotion

And get promotions, uh

Do any of the above and you gon' get the token, yeah