40 something still got it
fuck double platinum im trying to go double profit
Im in my own lane that independent shit
They back fucking with me a hundred thousand shit
Im a pyramid youre a square
I got that from my nigga shake da mayor
Mr. Flamboyant is back I cut my hair
they wanna see me go pop but the streets Won’t let me take it there
as real as they come its a short notice on me
I'm feelin garganit no msg
They goofy Can’t understand me they tardy they true and
they hella late they had a touch wit the streets
they favorite rapper is weak to me
they need to stop speakin on me
see i'm really from the game man I'm a whole notha pedigree
they don't build em like they use to no more
man i'm alone bruh im made outa steel
these niggas made outa styrofoam

These industry ass niggas, fuck’em
a n r that think that they rappers fuck’em
set tripping ass DJs fuck’em
Close minded program directors fuck’em
Internet tough guys, fuck em
managers that steal and lie fuck’em
Janky ass promoters fuck’em
If they aint rockin wit E-40 fuck’em

These funnny ass acted commercialized rappers be killin me
but they wouldnt be shit witout radio BET or MTV
everybody wanna know how i got famous how i became a celebrity i did it independently didnt nobody sign me by now i sign,
who the fuck do E-40 be saying is he really from the game
people love me man imma icon its more than just my claim
people bug me man like a python i squeeze on em main
when you gon retire? probably when i expire
you might not see me on the TV channel
but in the head i'm still hot like the left sink handle
mobster like marilyn grandel keep it lit like a candle
aresenal like rambo is mandatory i told the court
I am an intelligent heathen
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fuck chico state police, they banned me fo no reason
and oh yeah just to let you suckers know
I ain’t rapping too fast you are just listening too slow

These industry ass niggas, fuck’em
a n r that think that they rappers fuck’em
set tripping ass DJs fuck’em
Close minded program directors fuck’em
Internet tough guys, fuck em
managers that steal and lie fuck’em
Janky ass promoters fuck’em
If they aint rockin wit E-40 fuck’em

They thought i was this when was really that
I’ve been making records before some of yo as in your daddy’s nut sack
rawer than ever matter of fact i think i am better
than i was hella years ago sellin tapes out the liquor store
How many years was that blo?
i don’t know probably be twenty fo couple a decades or so
the late 80s i buy my do
did ya pitch that blow?
man i plead the fifth
how did ya get rich then though?
bitch by doin this!
dedication and hard work sweat tears this aint luck
this one of the longest runs on any rap career nigga what
i got my name from drinkin hella beers to the gut
standin in front of my home nick named by derek jones
sellin my own wit my cell phone me and my own money
just me and my family i dont know nobody
but my fans and my folks are my real homies
they be ready to scrap if somebody say somethin bad about me

These industry ass niggas, fuck’em
a n r that think that they rappers fuck’em
set tripping ass DJs fuck’em
Close minded program directors fuck’em
Internet tough guys, fuck em
managers that steal and lie fuck’em
Janky ass promoters fuck’em
If they aint rockin wit E-40 fuck’em

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Thanks to Anonymous for correcting these lyrics

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