Pay 2 Play ft. Jahpan Lyrics

Yeah, still havin' a hard time

But that's okay

Record labels really shuttin' down, man

If you got love for this art

Yeah, the love really gotta come from the heart

It can be a trap beat or MPC

But you really can't hate on what you don't see

For the promoters and all the freeloaders

Who never buy the CD but always download it

Shit I had enough, goin' insane

But when I add it up, I'm still in love with the game

Damn, baby, the scams lately in hip-hop

These promoters are damn shady

Pay to play, that shit is played

The game's a maze, most can't maintain

Like 28 openers to one act

They must be smokin, that shit sound wack

And that ain't a festival, that's a regular show

And they never invested in intelligent flow

They wanna dumb it down, and numb to sound

But I'm the kinda talent that only comes once a round

They like, these tickets for this price

I'm like, suck my dick, decline your invite

You ain't a part of the culture, got a heart of the vulture

Tryna claim somethin' that ain't yours

Like the Rock of Gibraltar

And of course I'm down to pay my dues

But that does not mean that I'm down to pay you

If you got love for this art

Yeah, the love really gotta come from the heart

It can be a trap beat or MPC

But you really can't hate on what you don't see

For the promoters and all the freeloaders

Who never buy the CD but always download it

Think I've had enough, I'm goin' insane

Bro, when I add it up, I'm still in love with the game

Once upon a time, there were beats and rhymes

Now I wish I could delete, rewind, and go back

And they hold the facts and defeat all minds

But I know that they cannot compete with mine

So how about this, my style's a shit

So you need to pay me a thou an some puff

Bow down to my dick

None of y'all can fuck with the Punisher

Hip-hop promoters think they the governors

Back in the day, talent amounted to somethin

In Rhode Island, they wildin, they buggin

And I ain't even talkin' all of the artists

But a lot of you garbage

Fuck the promoters, and they marketing targets

They starvin' the artists

But we don't eat well, but we always party the hardest

But we should eat well, cause we started the harvest

But no one stand together, so we part of the problem

If you got love for this art

Yeah, the love really gotta come from the heart

It can be a trap beat or MPC

But you really can't hate on what you don't see

For the promoters and all the freeloaders

You never buy the CD, but always download it

Man, I've had enough, I'm goin' insane

But when I add it up, I'm still in love with the game

Two bucks off the top for that twenty

That's half a rack, nigga, give me my money

And I ain't payin' no light bill, got the drop

I'm promotin' shit to show my life for real

And the thirty niggas that I brought with me

All protective, especially while I smoke prominence

Ain't enough room for the both of us

Schemin' on the ticket, man, I'm sour, I be drummin' up

Yeah, twelve other acts in the national

Ten of them suck, these fuckin' rapper dudes

And two of them elite with a attitude

Plus the headline, they showin' locals gratitude

Hey, I know both sides, but I'm an artist with pride

So I can't let that slide

So get your hands in my pocket

Unless you puttin' back to the jail pocket

If you got love for this art

Yeah, the love really gotta come from the heart

It can be a trap beat or MPC

But you really can't hate on what you don't see

For the promoters and all the freeloaders

Who never buy the CD but always download it

Man, I've had enough, I'm goin' insane

But when I add it up, I'm still in love with the game