June - Copywrite

RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts

Driftin away, and depress all within listening range

Nah but for real I got so much shit on my mind

From fake motherfuckers to my future I’m trying to get in line

And doing hip hop in this life in time ain’t all nice and fine

At times I feel like my whole life’s a rhyme

Full of punchlines and jokes

Fuck ups and punches

It’s like I can’t get shit right the first time or something

When no one knows your name, your vinyl’s still in stores

Once you get a little light through arguing over who feels it more

We got sixteen year old dead heads buying garbage

Wanting to keep you from their personal private artists

We don’t do shit for the clubs

It’s for our forty fives

Go RJ the archaeologist diggin them up

And I’m the same cent

To vinyl that gets sent to bash

In this for life til my final mic check is cashed