Yo what's happening, it's King Crooked

I dedicate this to all the rappers out there

That's better than the rapper that's on right now

I know it's hard, hold up

I know you wanna make it to the tip-top

But it's difficult to get it in Hip Hip-hop

So you side hustle, bag it in the Zip Loc

Cause you're too lyrical to go viral on TikTok

Under the radar every time your shit drops

Cause they listening to Kidz Bop

And you like, "Ah nah... Dog... Y'all really think that shit's hot?!"

How many spitters the top ten got? Pen drop

Silence of the Lambs, there's too many sheep

While you reaching for your dreams, there's too many asleep

But you in there deep, so you gotta keep going

Through the pain and the failure, you gotta keep growing

Let me tell you what this shit is about

This rap biz is a math quiz, figure it out

Bigger the problem you solve, the bigger your house

Bigger the cheques and six-figure amounts hit your account

If music is your real occupation

This ain't no rap, homie, this is a consultation

A business conversation about your operation

I see the spot you're chasing like Roc Nation

What if you never meet Jay?

You never meet Em'?

What if you never meet Dre?

You never meet them?

You better be ready

You're never overweight to take chances

Then your chances can never be slim

I want you to make it

Make it, make it

Cause I’ma get mine

Cause I’ma get mine

You never know when you about to blow (oh)

Nobody knows, they can only hope

If I—if I see another lame go viral (viral)

I'ma lose my whole mind, you see

I been on my shit, no lie (lie)

I been on my shit, I tried (I try)

Hold on now

Ain’t this what you wanted?

To see a brotha’ down

Well, I'ma stay up on it

Too many times they tried to run them games on me

I'm overcoming everything they put on me

I'm doing what I can, work a 9-5

Do the impossible, all I do is thrive

Stay to myself

I don’t get involved

I know everything I see online is all flawed

From the views, to the reach, and the girls on the beach

It’s no debating these numbers, they get debated—ah

I'ma just do what I want

They can just hate on me

Cause I'ma just do what I want

That’s been okay with me

I'ma slow cook-masterpiece

And if I gotta push everything back

I'ma do just that, I'ma be just fine

Honestly

What if I never get the fame?

Honestly

What if I never meet Lil’ Wayne?

Honestly

I'ma still go and do my thang’

When they say you made it

You ain’t made it

Guess less is just more, more, more

When they say you made it

You ain’t made it

Guess less is just more, more, more

They saying just do this or you should do that

But they ain’t putting in the work and they ain’t on the map

You’re gonna hear me, feel me, see me on that TV

They be throwing shade

But I’m shining like some VV…diamonds

Treat this life just like a ladder, so I’m steady climbing

Only elevate to different levels, you just be reclining

But make it in this game, you need some thick skin

Cause everybody losing and you trying to win

Gotta stay adaptable

Stay original, somebody find you plausible

So tell me, is you feeling it?

Y'all don’t really give the flowers to the lyricist

I'm on a different frequency that you ain’t vibing with

Cause y'all just listen to the music

You ain’t hearing it

Through the highs and the lows

Then I learn and I grow

Put in work and it shows

Put in work and it shows

When they say you made it

You ain’t made it

Guess less is just more, more, more

When they say you made it

You ain’t made it

Guess less is just more, more, more