Profer Zill the blue collar David Copperfeild/
Emcees who got a deal over compensate cause they not as real/
But life is much more than rocks to deal and popping steel/
Word to the cocaine residue on my dollar bill/
Fuck pop appeal, Prof trying to pop a pill/
Duck the cops and chill with my lady trying to cop a feel/
What you tell non-violent felons when jobs aint calling back/
And Zimmerman's acquitted at gun shows signing autographs/
And every nigga in the city and they mama want to rap/
About big money stacks but don't even have a blunt to match/
When the revolution is televised I'll be watching on stolen cable/
Rolling dope on a folding table trying to know where the days go/
Trying to find Illuminati in Jay-Z tracks/
They passed the national defense authorization act/
GMO's in the American Pie I'm stressed as fuck/
Poison the citizens to make an extra buck/
Where the fuck the real shit go I been listening/
All niggas wanna rap about is bad bitches and tricking an/
Fashion and wack shit and molly catching feelings an/
Call me a hater when I say i aint feeling it/
White rappers say nigga like they down with the brothers/
But never been held back in life cause of color/
Slave masters used to rape my great grandmothers mother/
So when you call me "your nigga" understand I can't fuck with it/
Trap rap bliggy on the scale have you end up in a cell/
Glorifying prison and never been to jail/
My third eye see through weak cowards/
You sold dope for two months and rapped about that shit for three albums/
Every mother fucker wants to be the next pac/
But don't want to be the next shot when lead is red hot/
Profzilla back in no time back on my old grind/
All them raps about dope and not one dope rhyme/
It's show time Cuban bow-tie/
Emcees to sexy in the video trying to slow grind/
You better stick to that twerk shit/
Trying to travel through my cypher that ass will get served quick/
I'm in the Bonneville with my nigga BIV swearving/
In a mission for the Feddacheen lurking/
understand things will never be perfect/
So fuck everything that I cant leave earth with/

BIV:

I'm pretty cool with myself/
I watch all these fake rappers make a fool of they self/
No matter what you do stay true to yourself/
And anything you want done you gotta do it yourself/
So I do it myself signed a record deal now you on the shelf/
Every hand not good so I'm cool with the help/
Give you advice like my son and whip you with my belt/

Chorus:

Do you want success, do you want money/
do you want to hit an industry bitch in the lip when he start acting funny/
Do you want to be rich you want to drive in a Benz/
Well I don't know much but I do know this everybody gone die at the end/