Off da Porch - Purp Ben Frank

I'm signing off on this On the same ones the treasury prints With every intent to see niggas dying off of it I signed to Sony A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe And he about to retire So if anybody see Don Lenner Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet Somebody tell Tom Silverman "Hi" for me Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer And my mind is like a full clip And my competitions' magazines are running low Like the Source and Vibe offices Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage Got dropped a lot But every time I signed I got a million A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you This is a Boy Marley Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I'm feeling These scars are time healing Clearly you lost You tried to put me in a box--how dare you Try to minimize a lyrical god? I'll godzilla these walls My prime's no time near I'll improvise till my ceilings Get wizard of Oz I'm the illest alive I'm the rose that rose From the concrete with the thorn And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase Me and Porter just handling business Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons And having to throw 'em in trash cans Dismantling shipments I had the manager shift at my day job too I laid down rules No gas station past 8 mile Past eight or late drive-throughs Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side You flip it over and hear the whole A side too Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically To knock down the grape vine Make way as the chaos ensues Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses But they not They David Hasselhoff And they bay watch But I'm cool Nowadays my life be lavish Who I'm out with tonight It might be a model or Might be an actress She might be a ballerina She might do plays She might just like theatrics She might be famous I must just pipe her for bragging rights She might get mad at the paparazzi For flashing cameras at her ass As she covers her face As if she's dabbing She might be dragging Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere Where people like Madonna and Bono go I might take one look up and down at the clothes And say, "Hell no, It's time to go." Come on it's time to go I might fuck her on the kitchen table At her crib in the Hamptons I might lay her down gently I might slam her I might even fuck around and yell domino I soldiers sound off like "you got a pair." I'm a real nigga I done lost a lot of friends over the years I've been losing a lot of hair Been told that I'm out my mind But if you only knew what was inside it You too would choose to stay out of there I take my hats off to the addicts Going through something tragic in their lives Shit even I backed off the madness I had to take some time off the rap and realize Now how do I stop being underrated? How do I get props like, let's say, a Drake? But I rap with the skill set of let's say A Black Thought or an Elhzi If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap after doing some jail time No one cares about sales now It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me Then she got on some fucking [?] shit She's starting asking me to do some shit... (Record fades to close)