[Intro]
Oooooh, they say who do you appeal to?
All while trying to tell you remain the real you
Aye, and the fucked up thing is
Feel I got some fans cuz the color of my skin is
Always said that I’ma put the music over image
But everybody judge before anybody listen
Ow, and I always keep it real
And I’m 25 sitting on 25 bills
And oooh ya boy got crossover appeal
But I’d take a bullet in the head before I’d sign a deal
Yeah, Put yourself in my position
Hip hop heads ain't the ones thats buyin tickets

[Verse 1]
But I refuse to be brand
A recluse who broods and stews up in the studio demands
Perfection, and I don’t choose who are my fans
But you already lumped me in with Huey and then Sam
I’m doing what I can, my musics who I am
Growin it organic no consuming from a can
Yet still they are accusing me of ruining hip hop man
Cuz these teenybopper girls think I am cute on instagram
Damn, think you can tell me who I am
Thru a cursory glance ain't even listened to my jams
I been focused on the music and been stickin to my plan
While these other dudes is utilizing image and their brand
I guess I’m tryna take a stand
I said fuck a 9 to 5 I’m never whoring for the man
I’ll be rich by 25, atleast according to my plan
But still as broke as fuck and as anti corporate as I am, I need

[Hook]
Some money
Some some money
Some some money, come on some some money I need
(2x)
25 sitting on 25 bills
(4x)

[Verse 2]
Always been an anomaly, ooh that boy is an oddity
Get so down and so out of it less I write whats inside of me
I be slangin this pot ya see money dirty like sodomy
Tryna find the right angle now somethin like an isosceles
Honestly, these raps fans is easily swayed
3 years ago J. Cole was leading the way
Then he hit radio got decently paid
Its like when you hit the tipping point then you cease to be great
These people, you were their secret they resent you’ve gone far
Give em two years and I bet they’ll turn on Kendrick Lamar
They say the fame, and main stream has fucked with your vision
When the only things thats changed is the public perception
The sacrifices I’ve made, I’ve sold pot I dope slang
I quit jobs, got laid off, I broke up with girlfrands
I been booed right off stage got knocked down with no shame
So never will I sell out, No way, but I need

[Hook]