Voicemail Remix

Rapping on a Russ beat
Better hand me an L
Matter fact don’t hand me nothing
Til your handle yourself
Cuz I ain’t got no Golden records that I set on the shelf
But I’ve got plenty of visions so I’m preparing myself
And Don’t you call me arrogant, unless we’ve fucking spoken
I just understand my worth, it’s whatever I have chosen
If I’m worth a million dollars man I said that it’s so
And If I’m worth a couple billion it’s the bread from the flow
So all you hating motherfuckers that just wanna push the issue
Bitch I got a busy schedule but I’ll make the time to diss you
And it’s simple, I ain’t come for the stats
I just ride with a message and hope you’re fucking with that
Right place, right time, had to spit the right rhyme
Use it as a lifeline when I go to write rhymes
Dancing with the devil is just bad for ya health
It’s honestly a shame your confidence is tied to your wealth

Alright, go back in

Uh, I’ve seen plenty of these rappers that be living it brash
Instead of making achievements they kept on risking for cash
They say they do it for the love but I don’t think that’s the truth
It’s pretty sad that people can’t just be themselves in the booth
Yeah, so tell me now, are you chasing dreams or chasing cash?
Who gives a fuck about these other people make em mad
You shouldn't wanna try to break a bank, or break a tag
Or Break a law, you’re better of to break a record make a bag
Yeah you’re wack, bitch bad, wrist flash, this that, pish pash, fuck that
Big mad yeah,uh that’s the way I’m feeling, They say they hate my ugly voice but the shit appealing
Yeah, and this is once and for all, I got my back to the wall
Ain’t got nobody to call, so be consistent with your voices or don’t use em at all
I’m way too firm in my beliefs to ever stumble or fall
Nowadays I’m motivated, but my confidence degraded
Didn’t start to get it back until the day I graduated
When you’re on the learning curve you’re bound to trip and take a loss
I try to keep it rolling as my verses fill the vacant spots