Behind The Music - Doap Nixon

Ay' Crew… that's ma word

Yo I almost ain’t make it here

(We here that) It’s been a long time comin'

The niggas that bet against me

Tell 'em what they tickets are

That’s word

Uh, get it, get it, then you make move

But the option of making it work is what you choose

Betta flip it, flip it, then you betta take it in

Stretch it, stretch it, turn it into cake

Betta step ya hustle game up wit a clear head

And getcha eyes checked cuz these niggas do steal bread

The love of money will make da Pope act funny

Cuz when you hungry feel that pain in your tummy

So I did it for self, moved at my own pace

Record Labels shut the door on my face

I’m tryna to focus-focus, betta get a bigga whip

Whole family is on stage when a nigga spit

Front row dudes peep outta nigga jewels'

Mommy right there is a stallion I’m tryna to get her thru

You think it’s all about gettin' this cash flow

I’m tryna to find a way to get around on these assholes

They wanna play you, burn you souffle you

Hesitate to pay you, push back your debut

I’m tryna to make it thru the week broke

Spittin' for A&R's in clouded whips of weed smoke

Loco-loco, son gon' crazy

Shawty wanna a nigga wit cash go get 'em baby

Tryna to juggle shawty and a hustle

Rap career plus addiction to a substance

It’s gettin' ill I ain’t seeing no progress

Light shut off I gotta crash at the God’s rest

Wakin' up on the couch no book on my lap

Need a good jux just to get back but small problem

When you in the hood wit drama

Niggas put a price on your wig like Osama

I had to get on a route that was all about spittin' heavy

Gettin' feddy, plus movin' out

Hold up, yo, I know you ain’t just say…

«When you in the hood wit drama

Niggas put a price on your wig like Osama»

C’mon Doap, you serious kid?

Ay' Crew bring it back to these niggas

Paz hit me, Planet been wit me

ATOP kept it real and stayed wit me

Shows in Poughkeepsie, niggas doin' it

Use to be scared to fell but now I’m thru wit it

Still gon' shit on a nigga no matter who he wit

Still got that thing in the box wit the ruger clips

Now these shawty’s askin' me to make it rain on 'em

I’m laughin' at these jawns pourin' champagne on 'em

And that’s the life that I live and I ain’t talkin' rap

I’m hearin' dudes runnin' they mouth we bout to call 'em back

Broke their interviews, whatcha readin' magazines

It’s my time fuckaz, I’m bout to wipe suckaz clean

What’s the rumors all these people countin' Kenny Cash

If I go broke?

Wifey can call Planet and Vinnie Paz

Plus my brother Reef, Mad gon' be a star

Tell the God meet me at the bar, bring a hundred large

Don’t believe the hype, God bout to blow it there

My left hook give you a real reason to hold ya head

Kamachi on the low, heard God blue wit dred

Crypt and Syze doin' them, matchin' whips — blue and red

I feel da time is perfect, Pharaohs gave me a purpose

Last deal was a circus, now I know how to work it

The kid you gotta love 'em, forest green Gucci buckets

Groupies on tour, we bet stacks on who gon' fuck 'em

Right now my name is heavy, option for any move

Deadline for the album depends on Kenny’s mood

Nobody knows the future but I can call the present

My spare time I’m wit Divine quotin' all my lessons

Y’all really think y’all know me but look 'Behind the Music'

And y’all gon' see the bullshit that’s behind this music

(Outro) Doap

What niggas!!!

I’m here

Y’all niggas that ain’t eatin' wit me step up from the table

Y’all done eatin'

ATOP what!

Stoupe bangaz

I gotchu daddy, Crew Cut that’s my dawg right there

Sour Diesel