Fresh

[Verse 1]
Got ducks who talk bucks, fuck the hype and mad fame
It's make or break in this rap game
Nowadays it's dead and tame, fads who claim flame
Shit was real like a tape
From a crony to a phony everybody turned flake
Thin line between the fake and the real
It don't take skills to make bills
A soul you'd sell to gain mass appeal
But I keep it brass and steel