[Intro: D-Fault]

Thank you for coming out

[Verse 1: D-Fault]

Look we often state facts without knowing the truth
Claiming that we got stacks and we raising the roof
When in reality we still broke, hustling through
Every rapper now an actor, just waiting for the cue
But here I come, I ain't no damn rap savior
I'm just a real spitta who is trying to do it major
I understand it's a form of entertainment
But lying to 'em - something I can't do, bitch save it
Save your apology don't fuck up my psychology
Cause even when I'm rich i'll still shop up at the dollar tree
Getting money doesn't mean i'll lose brains
So why would I spend six figures on a damn chain, like
The rap game, I wasn't born a native
But it seems like trash is what it's nowadays made of
You rap about weed and bitches, oh how creative
You killed hip-hop and i'm filing as the plaintiff
Real artists got replaced by big businesses
The fans can tell, they're the jury and the witnesses
Outcome of the case doesn't look too good
And they don't listen to me, cause I don't look too hood?
But everything we had was gone
And getting together just seemed to take so long, its
No cold feet, time to go
But when will I show? This is all I know, this is all I know