Long Road to F-List Stardom

On a pistol-whip trigger, tryna live in harmony
4th official LP, what the hell is wrong with me?
Jake It Till You Make It, I'm running outta chances
I'm in my 30's now, there ain't no advances
Advance myself forward like a knight on a chessboard
Successful corporation but my bed don't have a headboard
Not from the projects but got much in common
Learned to use chopsticks eating Top Ramen
This the last album rapping about pills and side-chicks
Time to move on, plus I tend to self dry-snitch
But it's been a lot of both since my last official album
Gotta get it off my chest, this my last official Valium
Even drugs getting gentrified like Brooklyn & Harlem
Lost on the long road to F-List Stardom
For 5 years the SpaceLAB a block from the Garden
Now we in court fighting big business, that's a problem
Cashing cashier's checks like the reign will never stop
But I'm racing against the clock and my vein's about to pop
Paint a picture with a sample, make a sketch that's composite
But I ain't chopping one loop without a deposit
See my salary is hourly
Always face my fears, whether brave or done cowardly
Bad at cashing in karma, but I gotta make amends
Hope my beats meet receptive ears & proactive pens