To tell a lable I want a deal is a lie so I'm gonna say the truth...
Road to success I'm accellerating past haters
Saw the stairway to success and used the elevator
Grind night and day they call me Tony Hawk of these beats
Suddenly my name ringin bells I'm the talk of the streets
Future of rap came in this game just to bless it
like a broken answering machine, labels ain't gettin the message
Don't need a deal you can keep your chain and pendant I'ma move it independent
Makin money so fast I don't know where to spend it
Say they sign me. Yeah I'd get fame, but only get a little bit of change when they sell my debut CD
Man these labels gettin greedy makin millions of the artists, they don't really need me
I do all the work they reap the profits of my struggle, it happens to so many
I'll pass on your sugarcoated scam you call a deal and hustle, every copy for a lincoln i ain't talkin pennys
My words are spoken so well every songs got a story to tell
Somethin at which the industry fails so why wouldn't my album retail
Out the trunk of my car for just five bucks a copy
This way there's no A&R's shapin my style tryin to stop me
Mainstream is just a fain dream, a hyped up illusion
I remain underground back pack full of CD's keep it movin
Like unwanted merchandise I'm never gonna sell out
If my souls the ticket on the train to fame then just let me bail out