Verse 1 - Apollo Fresh off an L steak Been 4 years since Apollo dropped an LP I forgot they felt me, life gave me hell But I’m coming at your feet like Nightmare on Elm Street On these beats, I am Freddy with machetes I am ready for whatever God’s got right ahead of me Mentally I’m healthy, spiritually I’m wealthy Can you feel the hunger from the rumblings in my belly? Meet me at the Delphi, please bring Daphne I want to see her watch somebody try to out rap me Try to out rap me, try to out rap me I want to see her watch somebody try to out rap me Verse 2 - Apollo I got a spirit of da Vinci in the 21st century Since we, are killing curiosity, essentially I would have eventually been in the penitentiary If I didn’t have my family who always did their best for me Especially, all those times Isolation in my mind, intervention was divine Had me feeling so inclined to feel invincible Deep rooted in my principals, potentially Verse 3 – Apollo ‘Cause see my principals had me in detention Cause they ain’t never seen that type of intuition mentally So I’m getting intimate with Emily and Emory Trying to compensate for no connection intellectually Do you remember me? I used to be that wack lil dude in the studio, now everybody mention me Do you follow that? All I hear round the city is “Apollo’s back” Do you follow that? Now all I hear round the city is “Apollo’s back” With a Spirit of da Vinci So many dimensions, ain’t nobody out there with me Verse 4 – Apollo I got a lot to learn, but I got a lot to spit I’m nocturnal, venomous like a moccasin Viper, with my vision I could snipe ya Write a verse that could make you lose your mind, I’ll have it skype ya I might just, be the illest dude you ever heard on the mic cause I’m bout to rip every cypher With some sh!t that’ll light ya life up that’s right I’m feelin’ it Shout out to the old school, this wack rap, I’m killin’ it Verse 5 - Apollo I’ll shoot phonetics through ya jeep I’m a chemist, mixing up elixirs in the street Chillin’ out in Cali, boardwalk, Venice Beach Ya’ll are Mr. Wilson, I'm a menace to the beat See my pen is like a dentist to your teeth Rearrange your whole grin, it turn sour like sweet I would be a tenant of tent on the street 'Fore I ever lack premise in the sentence that I speak So be attentive for a minute could you please See my flow is like the feet of Emmitt Smith on a sweep Or Pete Sampras in his peak playing tennis See I’m in it going deep Drew Bennett back in Tennessee Verse 6 – Apollo I’m done with that rhyme I wear my watch behind my back cause I’m ahead of my time I’m very like Vinaterri when I kick a flow Know that I could flow forever, if you’re not my level Then, I’m sorry minus G-Y, plus L Right behind the O, there’s no G, oh well You need a synonym to put in place of sorry To make Apollo go and play ‘em like Atari They need rewind and explain when they hear my track Go tell Apple, they could make an app for that Who want to bet I’ll make an impact that’ll last If you out in Vegas playing roulette put a stack on that I’m coming back smarter Coming back stronger, coming back harder Now I know God was working in my heart In my darkest moments, got a spark man I’m focused I’m penning sh!t so eloquent Developing some gems and a magnum opus They used to say, “You ain’t relevant you see” Now I’m all up in the middle like L-M-N-O-P Like what the hell you see, you ain’t messin’ with me Hell if I ain’t in my element, why they so delicate? Lyrical delegate, focusing on selling sh!t Is like spittin’ game to a chick that’s celibate Even if she’s hella hot But maybe I could sell a bit And I’ll respect when you tell me stop But I’ma try for the hell of it Never to a detriment, just to be relevant I know, I know, I’m so strange dude Bellatrix Big like an elephant, flow so elegant Soul’s so infused in my words like Ella Fitz Gerald, they heralding my lyrical apparel I’m higher than Marilyn, heroine and Errol Flynn Add Piero to the name Spirit of da Vinci, genius in my veins I’m back

Verse 1 (Apollo) Been stripped down and naked, friend-ships down they flakin' They keep trying to break it but my spirit they can't take it So, no sleeping in, I'm peeking in, I'm seeing them Doing all this cool stuff, all these tours - How am I? Ever gonna be them? No I mean where they are, no I mean like a star No I mean going far, but I feel subpar, doubt creeping in How am I ever gonna do that, how am I ever gonna do that? Apollo, you're just not ever gonna be good enough would you please stop doing that My confidence is foolish, my own thoughts are Judas My own brain can bring me down, don't ever allow intruders So even though I'm new-ish, and they skeptical of new-ish I don't know what I'm doing but somehow I feel I can do it Hook I'm just feelin' I can make it, (feelin' I can make it) I'm just feelin' I can make it, (feelin' I can make it) I'm just feelin' I can make it, (feelin' I can make it) I'm just feel in, I'm just feel in', I'm just feel in' I can make it I'm just ah ah ah, (feelin' I can make it) I'm just ah ah ah, (feelin' I can make it) I'm just ah ah ah, (feelin' I can make it) I'm just feel in, I'm just feel in', I'm just feel in' I can make it Verse 2 (Apollo) Two pennies in my pocket, every verse I got they mock it Picked last on the blacktop, that white boy need to stop it Til I came through and rocked it, looking back they nowhere now One of the few who got out, so tell your dude, I got it I'm just riding around my city, my neighborhood’s been looking bad I ain't trying to be another would'a could'a should'a had I grew up in a culture of cocaine addictions Everybody had vision, but nobody ever really did it I'm just wondering what I was given, and what the hell were they missing You can look in my eyes dogg, all you see is persistence All I see is low moments, but I never run from it, I own it I don't know where I'm going, but I do know that I'm growing Hook Verse 3 (Apollo) I’m stepping out in faith, that water'll hold my weight This world told me I'm nothing, but I believe that I'm great I believe in my self, I believe I can fly My office covered in sticky notes, all they say is - just try Try, try, try, try And don't you ever give it up Just dig a little deeper, don't you ever give it up Every obstacle I face, another opportunity And I've been at it so long I damn near got immunity So I'ma fight tooth and nail, for my plight, this dude prevails Even if I can't see it, I got to feel it like I'm using braille Tell me where I'm going, I promise I'll exceed it I don't know who I’m leading but somehow I believe it Hook

Intro – Justin Shaw One mans trash, another man’s treasure One feels pain, another feels pleasure If it glitters, it ain't always gold So if it's rusty, it ain't always old Hook – Justin Shaw (Whizdumb) And the best musicians I ever heard (Was a no name soul violinist out in Venice) And the best musicians I ever heard (Was when I heard bum play New York city subway) And the best musicians I ever heard (Was a dirty homeless saxophonist) And the best musicians I ever heard (Was a voice from above in a metro-hub) Verse 1 - Apollo I'm underground, smelling grime Wendy's cup, begging for a dime Tattered clothes, he just sat alone, never mattered, never known Yo, leave that cat alone, leave that cat alone In our culture of plastic drones Had me scattered in the zone hearing heaven from his saxophone We don't stop to smell the roses Coming from the concrete, obsolete flow is The most e-volved, but I don't even pause I just train my craft summer winter spring fall So I don't really care if I'm famous at all Sonny Liston when I'm spittin’, lyrically I got paws I am Floyd Mayweather, in nice may weather Whether they may ever, get it, I'll never Ever, ever, sever my cleverness I can spit better than they may ever Muhammed Ali with my letters In a California bay, floating flyer than a feather On the geese out in Asia, over Himalayas 7th round pick, hall of fame player A diamond in a rough, my timing has been tough But I'll be damned if I'm ever giving up Uh, I guess I'm rolling with the punches Bob and weave when I breathe, I believe in my clutches This for the needle in the haystack Keep doing your thing, don't ever fade back This for the needle in the haystack Keep doing your thing, don't ever fade back Hook – Justin Shaw (Apollo) Verse 2 - WhizDumb When time turned into a handgun and held life for ransom Chance became a phantom and eventually vanished Enchanted bystanders examine a man's talent Which handles a saxophone like a cannon that keeps blastin’ Roaming the streets with no hopes or dreams Notes float soulfully across the coastal breeze I owe ‘em a quick visit it's been forever ago I met the dopest musician that'll never be known Playing music like his soul was at the end of its road I heard a message that day and it's meant to be told The time is now or never but its never too late Do whatever you can to get ahead of the race Keep ya head in a place that is healthy and pure And if you're ever unsure let your heart be the cure Bullshit's for the birds y'all can have the manure Two hints: do you and then go on tour I wanna test the limits and see what might exist I feel fresh when I'm in the mix spittin’ like this Givin’ existence a chance to live on a different tip Legitimate shit that’s all that it is It's for the needle in the haystack Keep doing your thing don't ever fade back It's for the needle in the haystack Keep doing your thing don't ever fade back Hook - Justin Shaw (Apollo & Whizdumb)

Intro – Apollo (Mary Julia Hinson) We sippin' fine wine tonight baby (Feels good, feels good, feels good) Ladies and gentleman I’d like to thank you for coming out tonight (Feels good, feels good, feels good) Turning off your ears, your mind and your heart (Feels good, feels good, feels good) Lets get into it Verse 1 - Apollo You'll be happy when you get, fill in the blank You're more fun when you drink, take another drink Sip on this elixir or this liquor try to loosen up Let me introduce ya, my name is Lucifer And I got you in my palm Do you even hear what I'm putting in these songs Or what I'm putting in these liquids Mixing up lies in this life, my elixir Uh, go and sip it up Chase fame, maybe you can have a million bucks Chase suc-cess, and a bunch of stuff You think you'll feel enough, you’ll never feel enough Hook x2 Apollo (Mary Julia Hinson) (Feels good) To the music And aw baby just dance to the music (Feels good) To the music And aw baby (just dance) Verse 2 - Apollo How's the champagne taste, I mixed it full of hate Great, I'll invent this thing called race Oppression, killing, yelling over differences in melanin Imaginary borders disconnect the human skeleton 99% the same But I need derision Fixate that 1 in their brain And manufacture division Precision, mixing greed in the recipe Up next, manifest destiny Invade, slaughter, take they daughters Barter human beings, imposing Europeans Leave ‘em all with zero Columbus was a murderer; I'll make him a hero This is how you were made Land of the free, built by the slaves Hook x2 Verse 3 - Apollo A lot of problems in this world, together you could fix them But try a quick-fix, shortcut, or elixir Or try to fight back, collab and think highly Nah, just watch O’Reilly talking bout Miley Cyrus, I'll make your iris blinded Completely unaware of the virus that I hid Deep in your society Swallow these pills to cope with your anxiety You need it; life's better when you're weeded Just throw back a prozac, a xanie give control back The best lie I ever told Is that you have no control The place where you're born is the place you'll reside in Forget about living, you're resigned to surviving Sweet taste of sin So go and sip it all in like Hook x 2 Verse 4 – Apollo If success ain’t immediate, its time to be deviant Profit over principle, hard work is tedious But you need be obedient To fear mongering, manipulating by the media I'll take away your teachers, make ‘em babysitters They don't need class, kids got twitter I'm fearful of the wise, so remember and reprise Getting old sucks, 18 was your prime Fill spiritual voids with the physical world To be a man you need a hot girl Your self worth is in your belt girth So go and get a couple notches If it feels good it is good And just blame others for your problems My advice, get a vice for that void in your life Seek a high that you'll never reach twice In fact, it'll only make it deeper Now you can't sleep, demons all in your demeanor Satanic promises You'll keep sippin' cause it’s bottomless Outro - Apollo My plan sounds foolish don't it But I'll make learning uncool, they won't even know it

Intro We are gathered here today because Some of us have a substance abuse problem And I want to open up the discussion For every one to share their problem And were gonna overcome this problem together But we’re not talking about drugs… Verse 1 (Apollo) Now let me, let me get one hit, I just need one hit Puff, puff, pass, nah, I don’t wanna pass it I just want to wrap it up real nice, You know, roll it right, I rap real tight Now hand me the mic and I’ma leave it smokin’ Think I’m talking ‘bout that, what is you smokin’ I came through dope and made everybody lifted So high off something fatter than a lipid Don’t you know my lip is venomous with tentacles That tend to get up into you until you need clinical Help but don’t get cynical, listen to this joint (Inhales) This sh!t is on point But then they came through pointing, like you, you need anointment You are, under arrest, you disappointment Before your trial, NA make an appointment And turn on the radio, that’s your ointment “Hi, my name’s Apollo.” “Hi Apollo” I’m an addict and a fiend and I will not follow No substance free policy till I die Cause rap music’s keeping racism alive, we need substance Hook Now let it bump in your sub, that substance abuse Now let it bump in your sub, that substance abuse Now let it bump in your sub, that substance abuse Now take a puff, now take a puff, now take a puff, now take a puff Verse 2 (Apollo) Look, I don’t need ganja for double entendres I need an entour-age and a sponsor But my sponsor says I need to quit Cause it’s eating at my body, got my mind doing flips (But I will never quit) I spit words like tobacco, matter fact These verbs are herbs, they don’t hurt me give me that And that’s the mindset of a user, I’ma lose it All this pain up in the world, I just need to smoke music I need it, I need it, I don’t care if it hurts me I don’t care if ultimately it earths me And I don’t never ever see fame like a legend see Cause I’m looking past that like a leopard see They can’t F with me, or take the breath from me Cause my flow’s so sick like leprosy Lemme kick a flow, I won’t kick the habit Cause there’s too much violence in the rappin’ Hook Outro So at the next meeting We’re gonna bring in a hit rapper And he’s going to talk to you about how to be Substance Free Cause that’s what we’re trying to do right?

Hook x 4 These big city lights, they shine bright Got me wondering, what I’m bout to get into tonight Verse 1 - The Big Chill All white, black trim like a pair of dice It’s about 65 degrees Fahrenheit We always drink more brown when it gets colder What we doing man? You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya We like the new American Pie, ni**as at band camp By the end of the night I might be painting a tramp stamp Yeah, I Know, I know, the whip is so hydro Cougars smell kush, bitches nose is so rhino I treat my capital like Cairo, respect Gold tombstones built like Pyramids, next To the Nile so I’m flowing like a river in this b**** Hometown hero, call me Phillip Rivers in this b**** I needed something I could really feel, thanks Q When life gave me lemons, my whole family made due I went downtown and showed the locals I could f***ing rhyme The response was sweet so I turned it into country time Hook x4 Verse 2 -D-LIV(E) Live, coming through, man you know what we doing I’m fresh to death, shorty shotgun, but no Cam Newton I’m stupid leaning, still dreaming, see the skyline gleaming Player haters on the sideline scheming, I’m such a genius I mean, I’m too bright for these city lights, get it right Looking for a lady that I really like, I really might Be a freak and beast, when they’re rhyming its mundane I’m on West Main, Glenwood, red line or the one train Dang, you’re in a stupor, I’m unusual, a lady who’s As cute as you should ditch those squares, baby cubicle Beautiful, admire how your booty move, I’m probably gonna nail her like cuticle, but I’ll humor you We laugh out loud, baby hash out clouds In the light of the moon, like your ass out, would you pass out now Doubt you’ll find another rhymer like Live tho, let’s ride yo Yo Apollo, I’m too drunk for the ride home, you drive Hook x4 Verse 3 - Apollo Ayo my man hit me up like, what you getting into? Hit up ya friends, we just need the fundamentals A lot of fly chicks and what you sippin’ on? Good music like something that I’m spittin’ on Get rid of all the drama, let’s rock it, from 10 till Whenever we meant to, baby can you follow me Into a world where we don’t feel like the economy Depressed, I guess you tired of the monotony I am too, even the best places feel the same All the same followers, facades, lames I don’t even know your name My mind is full of knowledge but my pockets got 2 dollars So I’m thinking we could skip the club, and play monopoly ‘Cept everytime that you land on my property You got to give me your clothes, I’m playing I’d rather have your thoughts, I’m just saying… Hook x4

Hook x2 (Phillip Brown) I know you like it fast, but can we take it slow? Let’s enjoy the moment, please don’t tell me no The way you feel I don’t care about nobody Verse 1 – Apollo You prolly with ya girls, I’m prolly with my dudes Though I don’t really show it, you got me into you But all I know is pick up games then we pick up chicks But I pick every word that I text like I’m playing pick up sticks I’m careful, cautious, trying to keep the magic Can you touch it? Grab it? Can you feel the day is gorgeous? I’m chilling on my porch, playing cards in the shade And I got spades like I’m digging gardens at a fortress Talking joker, joker, them deuces, big bottles of gooses And I don’t even drink, but I’m feeling like I might lose it Good music’s being played, what you got? We going at it Lets hit the town and paint a portrait, I wanna live cinematic I’ve been imagining you, prolly seem withdrawn All we doing is arguing - Kobe or Lebron? Or Jay-Z or Nas? And you know how I feel Girl can you come over and let's make this night real Hook x2 Verse 2 - Apollo Just bring your body, our life is a party You make nothing and nobody Hawaii or Kiribati No Armani, Bugatti's, no dress, no tux But, everywhere we go, every room, we light it up See this world is but a stage, this moment is our club So let's dance, lets rage, come on babe let’s fall in love In the midst of all of this beauty in this garden at a picnic You stand out like your MJ baby I could be your Pippen Or I could be your Phil, I just feel that you're different Feelin' Chi, but I'm thinking rings No Bull, lemme stop these Pistons I'm just... Let me slow down, savor it Of all the nights you've been in this club, this one is gon be your favorite Cause your limbs are like Glow sticks, your eyes, fireworks Play the lyre on my heartstrings, but get your hands higher first Feel the lights, feel the rush, all these people and it's only us It feels like, real life, with out all that fake stuff Hook x4

Intro (D-LIV(E)) Somewhere in a straight jacket Success is spazin’ in a padded room, mad Doomed to a fate that meets us at our pinnacle It’s criminal how we robbed her of her sanity Stand in the mirror and declare ourselves Hook (Apollo + [D-LIV(E)]) x2 And what they want Live? [They want the truth kid] [And what they want Drew?], That good music And I’ma give it to ’em, [I just hope they get it] [I’ll show you both sides] Success is schizophrenic Verse 1 (Apollo) Check out my swagger man No flashy things, but I’ma snag her hand With my intelligence, watch her stagger Tell me how is a pacifist the only one spittin’ daggers? I guess success has many faces, Harvey Dent Like a hippie finding peace in his gnarly tent A starving artist scraping up to pay rent Or a high dollar white collar chillin’ in his pent I remember when they told me back in high school You gotta choose, be smart or be cool But I had Pac and Einstein as my trapper keeper decals How you rock a crowd then wake up and teach Pre-Cal I’m spittin’ rhymes in a suit and tie My fitted backwards, through words I’m trying to unify The audience, diversity I’m in awe of it I guess I never listened to that dude, I chose all of it Hook Verse 2 (D-LIV(E)) Success, she has many faces plenty want to chase it Make a name for yourself and erase it or replace it Entertainers, basic rappers and imitators got plenty haters I’m so raw I refrigerate ’em, eliminate ’em Take ’em to a level that they’ve never been musically It’s crazy how consciousness equals lunacy Charm will get you jewelry; Don is all I knew to be The truest me, try to live life like Laguna Beach You see, its kind of hard to be successful You try to get ahead but the world won’t let you It’s stressful and yes boo I was on that college grind Bottom line, I always equated success with a dollar sign But now that I’m out here, I’ll infiltrate the system Redefine what success means in addition, make a difference Just math metaphor pimpin’, you should listen My fifteen minutes are prolific, don’t miss it Hook Skit (Nurse and Doctor) Doctor: What seems to be the problem? Nurse: She doesn’t seem to know who she is Doctor: Where has she been living? Nurse: I mean Everywhere really, she’s nomadic Doctor: Has she been with a lot of different people? Nurse: Yeah Doctor: And What about the personality test? Nurse: She filled in every single bubble Verse 3 (Apollo) They told me you can’t be a rapper, you ain’t strapped at the abdomen They must have holes in their head like a packer fan Cause if they’re saying that I have to deal drugs, I’m putting knowledge in baggy man, I push rocks, avalanche And I’m as cool as the Rockies are Listenin’ to Rock N Roll with Rocky Marciano on I never touched coke, that’s for real But I had lines of white girl out in Chapel Hill We all partying, don’t get it twisted But I get lifted off this life that I’m living Round drugs all of my life, never took one hit Alcoholic heritage, I never took one sip But I was in Miami last weekend Seeing pretty Puerto Ricans at a party on the beach and Taco stand grubbin’, Club Liv poppin’ Tell them superficial chicks trying to get up in my wallet You don’t need to flaunt for body for respect Check, strip away what they expect and show me naked intellect How did it become cool to treat women like possessions? Where we flaunt them, then we f ’em, Then mistreat ’em, then we left ’em, like nah

Intro – Mary Julia Hinson As I go down by the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who should wear the robe and crown Good lord, show me the way Verse 1 – Apollo Penning these prescriptions, fitting every description I'm trying to cure addictions with a dose of Lyrical Elixirs I'm conflicted, inscripted on my brain is cryptic Hieroglyphic type thoughts, man I'm just a lil different I'm a misfit with a misprint on the verge of conniption fits I did this, did this, why the f*** can't I spit this It’s just not good, not good enough, won't nobody get this Architected my place in this pad, but now I feel evicted I'm afflicted, infected, with predicted perfection I expect it, depict it, so every lyric I write I dissect it I correct it, deject it, dissect it, and object it Look all I see are defects and flaws so reject it Pause, All I'm putting up is walls All I'm doing is not writing, all I've done is fall All I feel is pressure, all I feel is pressure Walking down a hallway that was drawn by MC Escher I'm just lost

Hook Out here grinding everyday Got some things that I need to say Success, man I want it all Switch flows like I’m running from the law Verse 1 Man I gotta take it easy I promise I’ma pay them fees see I’m just waiting on Pookie to squeeze me But My PO, he don’t believe me So I gotta keep it silent Minding my business – till I heard sirens Then I ran like I was on fire or a liar And my feet are the lies and my tongue is the supplier I wish I wasn’t high cause my memory is faded I’m scuffing my Jays on the pavement, hey man Can I duck in, I just need a spot to stay Come on, Drop the window shades And I think I got away…. Lets just chill Throw a movie on, and keep it real Yo brother, what’s poppin’? And then, Boom, Boom, Knocking Quick throw the weed out my pocket, rocket out the back window With my brim low, don’t give up no info I’ma change the plates on my pinto that I rent yo And I’ma flow like the wind blow Hook Out here grinding everyday Got some things that I need to say Lot on my mind, got to let it go I Switch flows (switch flows) like clothes Verse 2 In any fashion I’m on my rapping I spit a verse and the girls come asking Can they shop at the crib? Where the closet spin and the drawers need captions So grab ‘em, take ‘em to the whip Try ‘em on, take ‘em off, tell me which one fit If nothing do, no trouble don’t seem stressed You know I spit seem less I’m seamstress So with the flow I’m fresh In this fitting room booth where music get dressed I just outfit my outlet I spit that outlet mall that ain’t out yet Flow vicious, my embroidery is ornery Fed Ex with delivery, order me Ha, and I don’t mean to be frank But I got artillery like Hillary Banks, I got flows Hook Out here grinding everyday Got some things that I need to say Just go, I don’t need a reason I Change flows like the seasons Verse 3 Fallback, from all that Costume wearing, you're fake, it's apparent Giving thanks for colorful demons at my door And that they fall and leave you like the leaves do Cold, cold, the flow so cold They want me to freeze, but they're never getting close Close, make your heart beat slow Chills down your spine, your veins need flow So it's flow I'm bringing, Lil white wine, sundress flingin' Never moved weight, the birds just singing Awesome, awesome this kid has really blossomed Uh, But you know I spit fire still Hotter than a Mayan in Brazil, with a iron drill Digging down deep, perspire like I'm ill I am dying to inspire real life, I am trying still Ill, Check out the metaphors I build I could rip apart a lion, I will kill orion Got scorpion venom in my blood no denying skill I got more lines than a fire drill

Verse 1 - Apollo I got a bag full of CD’s on my back Walking round the mall like, Yo! Check out my tracks My name is Apollo, I’m a local artist Then he listen, “Man this sh*t go hard, is it free?” Nah it cost 5 dollars yo “Oh, I ain’t got it, I’ma holla tho” Then walk right up into Style Setter And buy an Ed Hardy shirt and Coogi sweater So I’m like alright whatever I’ll just find another person who likes it better So I holla at this girl in the food court line Spit her my lines, she’s like, “You’re Apollo? Oh man I love your songs I put ’em on every morning when I wake up man it get me going” I say word how’d you get it then? “She say I burned it from a friend” I’m just glad you like it So I turn to her friend whose texting on her sidekick Like would you like to buy it? And she’s like, “If I could burn it, why buy it?” “That’s just stupid, I got Limewire, Myspace If I wanna hear something, I download it There’s no reason to buy anything, anymore” Hook Be careful, they don’t properly depict ya It’s all about image, quench ya thirst on my elixir Just buy her liquor, the game is a bitch Nobody wants help you ‘til you can make ’em rich Till you can make ’em rich Nobody wants help you ‘til you can make ’em rich Till you can make ’em rich Nobody wants help you ‘til you can make ’em rich Verse 2 And so I’m like, man forget the mall I’ll just sell ’em to my friends I bet they’ll buy ’em all So that night I hit the club With an old friend from high school and she’s nice too I bet she’ll buy two, and so I ask her And she’s like, “Ehh, I don’t got cash And, I don’t even know your songs I haven’t came to a show in like oh so long Plus, I only like auto-tuned music But I’m your #1 supporter So when you get famous, you better not forget me I’ma call you and tell you what you ought to get me And I’ma be pretty with a Porsche and kitty And you gon be on a billboard like Diddy” Oh really? With you leading the way? Kept my cool, just holla’d at the DJ Like yo check out my cd You’re Apollo right, this in my car on repeat Your shit is hot as hell, well can you play it on the radio? Well no, we only play who pays the most “And since you don’t have a simple auto-tuned club track You don’t got money You see its not about quality anymore, its about marketability But Im’a keep bumpin’ it! “ Hook Verse 3 So now I’m like, F the public, hell All the talent that we got, we could make it by ourselves Got producers, singers, dancers, rappers ENT companies, DJs, actors Promoters, bands, engineers, x factors But too many are selfish To bring it all together and just make our own movement Cause it ain’t about the music It’s all about the moolah baby In this game of pythons, heart is elusive Trust contusive, friends abusive And I swear one day that I’ma lose it Next time I hear that somebody did a show And didn’t no other rapper show or tell nobody else to go Somebody did a party but ain’t nobody open Somebody got a break but ain’t nobody know it Somebody album drop and nobody help sell it Or even worse, buy it, people are pathetic If we could just make each other better In the long run, we could all make it, together “But I can’t invest my time and energy into helping you If it don’t help me, right now I can’t worry about you and the future I’m just worried about me and my time.” Hook