[Verse 1]
    Now, this is my job, I will not quit it
    Pulled me out the depths when I thought that I was finished
    Yeah I questioned if I could go the distance
    That’s just the work, regardless of who’s listening, listening
    Listen, see I was meant to be a warrior
    Fight something amongst me, leave here victorious
    Classroom of kids, or a venue performing
    If I’d done it for the money I’d have been a fucking lawyer
    Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories
    Humbled by the road, I’m realizing I’m not important
    See life’s a beautiful struggle, I record it
    Hope it helps you maneuvering through yours and
    That’s why we stay in the lab at night
    I’ve been staring into this pad for over half my life
    A true artist won’t be satisfied
    So I guess that’s the sacrifice
    And I say

    [Hook]
    Make the money, don’t let the money make you
    Change the game, don’t let the game change you
    I’ll forever remain faithful
    All my people stay true, I say
    Make the money, don’t let the money make you
    Change the game, don’t let the game change you
    I’ll forever remain faithful
    All my people stay true

    [Verse 2]
    Forget about the fame, fortune and the mansion
    Sitting and tripping watching myself on a plasma
    Yeah, I start slipping when I’m thinking about that stuff
    Ego won’t swole until karma catches that up, that up
    I’m my grandma’s number one grandson
    I lost myself to remember who that was
    We start thinking about some kicks, necklace
    What I really need is a job off CraigsList
    Take away the dot com, name, love
    Fans, Twitter followers, and the buzz
    See, you keep the issues but you take away the drugs
    And I had to find out who I really was
    Who I really wasn’t
    So sick of who I was becoming
    Yeah, tired of running
    Time to look at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him

    [Hook]

    [Bridge x2]
    Of course I want dubs and a candy painted ‘lac
    Watch the videos and get the girls in the back
    But if that’s what I believe in, and the reason that I rap
    Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track

    [Hook]

    Forget about the fame
    I said forget about the fame
    I’ll forever remain faithful
    Stay true, stay true, stay true

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