[ VERSE 1 ]  Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up  Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law  It never drops, but inside I'm, tied up  In stress knots and chains and bills that ain't paid  I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet  Keep a bank card and a wallet for show, I hate empty spaces  Fill 'em with MetroCards that's been already took me places  Fun Passes, loose changes, gum wrappers, maybe numbers  Battery covers to CD players, and that's it  I got some plastic  But can't even use it, the bad credit's so drastic  Ask me bastard if I'm signed, I rhyme sick  But niggas is quick to turn they back on spitters with clits  Hit em with this, and ridiculous phrase flow that exit my lips  Hey yo, I mean my face, though  They still want chicks with tits and ass out  My respect is worth more than your advance cash-out  I'm fuckin you right in the ear  If these chicks did it you'd be catchin gonorrhea  The only thing I spread is tinnitus  Just tryin to keep this shit right  And for all of y'all askin when my joint droppin  Watch me this year    It's like.    [ CHORUS ]  Hustles don't get knocked, except the ones that  Fuck with my business and dough, you can forget that  I told you once it's not gangsta, it's just right  Don't get it fucked, I don't like to spit my shit twice  Keep your fake thuggin, afraid to get in fist fights  Glittery knuckles never made me shiver, buckle never  Knocka, this how I get down    I'ma have to do that again, so y'all can hear it    [ CHORUS ]    That's what I said, yeah yeah  Yeah  Yeah    [ VERSE 2 ]  It's crazy how I'm still catchin with no major distribution  Slice through like guillotines, I'm precise with a execution  The definition of artist, past the hype and the business  So I paint the track like a canvas in post-impressionist style  Time keeps gettin postponed like Emmy Awards  My moms cataloguin my shit like she's Afeni Shakur  Many of y'all ain't even worth a penny for thoughts  So I ignore the rumors and the biters  More than y'all ignore the Unsigned Hype in The Source  Peace to Steady Rock and Tyson [Name]  And a big fuck you to bitch Chris Lombardi at Matador  And every A&R that turned me down  Props to kids who stayed loyal since "Baseball" dropped  And copped the underground, see, the barrel was facin me  Now I turn the gun around and it's got unlimited ammunition  I dare you to question, now they'll know I'm dressin  So don't skip through the record  But if you're lookin for some shit to bump in the ride, you should check it    [ CHORUS ]    Alright, alright  One more time  One more time    [ CHORUS ]    What  What  What  What  What    Get it?  Got it?  Good    Let's get on with it then