* RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts  Driftin away, and depress all within listening range  Nah but for real I got so much shit on my mind  From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line  And doing hip hop in this life in time ain't all nice and fine  At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme  Full of punchlines and jokes  Fuck ups and punches  It's like I can't get shit right the first time or something  When no one knows your name, your vinyl's still in stores  Once you get a little light through arguing over who feels it more  We got sixteen year old dead heads buying garbage  Wanting to keep you from their personal private artists  We don't do shit for the clubs  It's for our forty fives,   go RJ the archaeologist diggin them up  And I'm the same cent,   To vinyl that gets sent to bash  In this for life til my final mic check is cashed