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"[Classified:] [Chorus: x2] What's goin on? (You gonna find out) Sooner or later (You gonna find out) Are you ready for this? (You gonna find out) Tell em'who it is (Your gonna find out) Put your hands up Man up Look up Find out Cut through the rope Nope Not stayin tied down Gone for a minute Yup Back on the grind now Thought I was finished Nope Not jerry seinfeld Whos this? Guess who Back to stay Get more use outta class than a plastic bag Moms still lookin at me like act your age 'Cause friday and saturday I'm either trashed or blazed I don't fascinate I live it That's it I even bought a house Off of writin' rap shit But don't get it twisted I ain't that rich 'Cause I'm payin' off the loan 'till I'm in a casket Country boy Move out to the city life Back to the sticks With the family and minibike Yet nothin' change Spit rhymes nicest This games givin' me a mid life crisis [Chorus] This whole thing failed to amaze me Since the 80's This hip-hop thing basicly raised me But lately everyones gun is off saftey What happened to the culture Breakers and the break beats When I was 18 Never cared to make green I'd write rhymes Turn this day job into a daydream And now a day it's all changing Guess I'm growin' up 'Cause I wonder what the f*ck are we raising Used to be a culture Now it's all a hustle Used to flex skills Now we flex biceps I flip flows you aint tried yet Make you expect the unexpected Sit and get your mindset Culture shark I talk the talk And I'm a dieing breed Still trying to eat I'm a mc first (always) Buisness last That's probaby why I made no real cash as class (But I can live with that) [Chorus] Now I don't hate gangster rap Someone fakin' jacks Trying to glorify it With hopes in makin' cash Steal from a culture And never pay it back Hate repeatin' myself But I gotta state the facts Most kids know That it's an entertainment purpose 10% Don't tho and wanna be that person Wanna sell drugs Hold guns Pimp hoes Buy blades Waste money Rob people Get dough I know things change And I'm fine with it But now where gettin judged On the crimes we did Or the dimes we hit Or the lines we snitch We used to get props for the rhymes we spit What happened? [Chorus] "