(*Prod. by RJD2 / *Mixed by Intalec) 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
