Find Out

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 ****

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

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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)

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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]