When I'm writing I repeatedly edit words and rework tracksnI'll admit I'm like the raptors – I got weak first draftsnSo when I'm dropping a new flownIt's probably not all that solid at first post you might call it ArujonBut ballers I'm prove yonAnd in the same way soon the tunes get betternAnd I polish a JunonWho knows... I might get acknowledged and kudosnIt's cool thoughnLong as I keep rocking a few showsnNot to model some new clothesnPocket that loot bronI'm still trying to figure tax, stocks, and the loopholesnLike wheres the refund? We filed for 'emnDeducted from gross? Shouldn't that be taken off the net?nLike child pornnMy smile's worn off but I ain't that pissed thoughnI still got cash and I don't lack distronAnd if I didn't I wouldn't change to go bag fistfulsnOf cold green, homie I'm no black minstrel shownShad just don't compromise...nnIn this life we just can't compromisenIt's a fight but we just can't compromisenWith our time we just can't compromisenWith these rhymes yo I just can't compromisenWe just don't compromise...nnI'm feeling like the people's champnSee my fans greetnA brother with hugs, laughs and dapsnThey don't yell like bansheesnOr stampedenWomen ain't gotta dress fancy for the mannPlease my listeners understand menMy fight to go about this rightnWhat this stand meansnIt's more than some grand schemesnTo hold up a GrammynWe fighting in a war that we can't seenMy brothers and sisters in this strugglenThere's no fans, we familynSame root and branch treenListen I'm ampednKeep your hearts warm?nMine's on fire and I'm antsynI know it's so cliche but I'm angry that some can't eatnMeanwhile I'm letting a damn feast of pastas and canned meatsnRot in my pantrynLike Lord please can we speak on this franklynLike God why you letting this happen?nAmen, he answered, son I'm asking you the same thingnCause you're supposed to be my servantsnOut there workingnLike you're my hands reaching out to those that's hurtingnYou don't have long on this earthnAnd I hope you won't compromise...