Everything Steady Goin Downhill

I've increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still

Everything is steady going downhill.

Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still..

Everything is steady going downhill.

Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill.

Everything is steady going downhill.

Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill

Everything is steady going downhill.

Vears I

Let me jump right in. This is the story of a king.

A king of his community who knew to do his thing.

His thing was to talk so he grew to be a speaker.

Started charities and gave a homeless man sneakers.

Greedier for media, he;s planning his role. Like on the

News he gave a jacket to a man who was cold.

On camera he's standing with a baby in his hand.

Even though we know he's fake he thinks we're falling for his plan.

Now when he steps in his car what's the music he listens to?

He's dissing you, kicking you. Who? Pick and choose.

Cause any man on top playing a role would

never trade places with a modern day soul

The logic of profit and gold, to replace what you use.

Now you could save currency that you could trade for food.

If you were paid in fish a rich mans logic would boil.

And he would be like you or me cause see his profits would spoil.

I know you eat food. *You like the song?

So how much do you need? *You like the song?

What do you do for work? *You like the song?

How many do you feed?

OK now if you don't well you can turn it off

and play your homeboy Elroy, who's rhymes are soft.

Cause he ain't saying nothing. Most rappers rapped up I

rip rapping. But what happened to the king?

You for got and he prevailed while you criticize my verses

he can carry out his tail.

So who is in jail. You are a

snail impaled by an imbecile with scales.

Chorus

Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill.

Everything is steady going downhill.

Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill

Everything is steady going downhill.

I've increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still

Everything is steady going downhill.

Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still..

Everything is steady going downhill.

Verse II

So if you number one now maybe not for long.

Try to stay humble that's the moral of the song.

Cause if the buzz turns to fuzz any great collaboration.

will soon be forgotten and rotten snakes will be hating.

Remember when Vanilla Ice was on top and the

media was trying to say his single was hot?

Lot's of paid play rotation for creations that cheap when Dj's

know deep down that the sound is weak.

But it's OK because I know it's all politics.

But does your boss know what garbage is?

So that's why I can't bother with that now. I'd

rather cop mix tapes cause radio's whacked now.

You think your hot and need to stop all interviews and

give us some respectable hip hop to listen too.

I never used to write songs that talk trash I

usually convey unique concepts with class.

Look at my past and check. I thought I had to express

rap regressed and get it off my chest.

See they forgot sometimes that their not greater than rhymes.

Since it's words that made them famous most faded when they shined.

Who stays around an old man who went gold heart

cold, walks around bold with art that lost soul and an

ego on top of that? Fake ass cats. Thats how it's

gonna be with rappers making fake ass rap.

Now till um sixty kids will give me respect. Others look

silly with rhymes of sex and tecks.

Now when you scam and flim-flam for all small checks

who's gonna help when you fall off steps?

I've increased skill my teams built and things seem chill still

Everything is steady going downhill.

Nice spot. New job. Fresh cloths. Your cars Ill and still..

Everything is steady going downhill.

Mad Respect. Fat checks. Stacks of hundred dollar bills son chill.

Everything is steady going downhill.

Cool watch. Fly kicks. Dope rhymes son you got mad skill sill

Everything is steady going downhill.