In my mind ideas arise I don't even need an audience My fans are all ghosts Ectoplasms roaming the land And I keep planning and making my plans I'm a winner but I'm not always winning it's disheartening the state of national rap And what it became
They just want crazy beats
They don't care for the lyric
And the ideas are silly
It's too much "ice" too much "skrr" much "lean" And I don't see any of this in the future for me Earning money is good, yes
f---ing a lot of girls is hype yes
But Where's the purpose
the true essence of hip hop is dying with such indecency
women do not value themselves
They do everything to flaunt And also get stoned
there's a lot of sweet a--- to bling bling RAP International I was like that too
Today I am aware I don't want this for me
I was a Stan an Eminem fan once
Today I have a healthy mind do not idolize anyone I'm an apprentice But I didn't drop out of school It's all in the head at the tip of the pen
whoever wants to follow me come
before i disappear And leave my legacy
my most Rare Gem Alice
daddy is talking about you again
Children are only thinking about $100 bills I see many sporting
This is not Victory for anyone
So I teach the right idea If you don't agree, go back to the trap And his colorful cap.
I hope Eminem isn't mad but I finally left the stan world..in a pretty cool way i guess
