I gotta aspiration to get in the game right/
But I have knowledge that it just aint my time/
Besdies the game is filled with lifes of fabrication/
Faking like they gangsta, just to get paychecks/
But that Never has been my M.O./
Moms told me all I need to do is come from the soul/
And if they feeling that at least I remained true/
And didnt abide ny what others told me to do/
Like these execs makes these so called artist do/
If I cant do me, why jump in the booth/
For A label who wanna change how I do/
Paying me to be... God knows who/
Plus God knows who aint keepin it one hundred/
And all these lying rappa will eventually plummet/
And then ill show true artist still exist/
BMS Organized Rhyme trust we got this/