Russ and DJ Premier - Inside Job

Okay, the last thing that my ego needs is rapping on a Premo beat
I'm tryna P-O-P and reach the T-O-P, you bitch
That was velvet days now I'm a Don like Quixote, you bitch
And to my skeptics, I sing fuck you like I'm CeeLo Green, you bitch
Won't catch me begging for a seat, I built my own damn table
Distribute this myself, I built my own damn label
Like Hov, they tell me that I gotta quiet down it's gettin' old
But I never really was too good at doing what I'm told
I'm disobedient, I'm driving on the median
I'm only tryna wife you if you got a Wikipedia
The media is full of mirages
That shit disgust me
But you're bound to eat some lies when your curiosity's hungry
I'm making a million monthly off of songs
How are you a worker but you claiming you a boss?
It don't add up
I got way in more in my head than what my bank account may show
So I'm just waitin' for the universe to catch up
Life's a mashup full of blessings
I feel like God's gift
'Cause every time I drop I gotta bond with the hot shit
I'm fillin' up the soul that's why I'm fillin' up the pockets
Plus I wrote a book that's why I'm fillin' up the conscious
Tony Gonzalez
I'ma play forever
I've been married to the music I just hope we stay together
Unlike my mom and dad did
Only thing I'm scared of in this life is being average
Harvard business school accepted me I'm taking classes
I'm tryna keep my mind sharp
Working on my cardio that's why I'm tryna climb charts
Don't know where the lines are
That's why you got smacked up
I don't hang fine art
I just hang my plaques up
I'm so beyond thankful, I'm so grateful
Black Porsche, white Ghost, my garage is interracial
My house looks like a 5 star resort with a 5 star spa
That's why these women comin through and gettin' facials
I'm too timeless
My crews violent
Keep my love life, my bank account, and my next move private
I try to use my past as a reference
But the media don't want me to evolve
So they gon' use it as my residence, so fuck y'all
Most of y'all been died off
I promise that success is an inside job
People losing to themselves
That's why my sound is so special
'Cause I'm the rap Napoleon, I help you outwit the devil
And I got ladies like D'Angelo
Her pussy sweet, it taste like cantaloupe
I stand up for the truth even if that means that I stand alone
Like a bunch of pig men hating
All because of pigmentation
White racists is what inflicts this nation
Of course there's gonna be a lot of indignation
Greatest of all time
Yeah, that's got a nice ring to it
My ship never came to the shore, I had to swim to it, stupid

Written by:
Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Gary E. Grice, Jason S. Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Robert F. Diggs, Roger Troutman, Russell James Vitale, Russell T. Jones

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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