Lyrics
So stakes is high and every rapper wants to try
But who wants to work and get good at it first
Instead of making some shirts before you finish a verse?
Write a tight rap, then put your town on the map
You got your record label logo on a pendant with crap for tracks
No financial backing, you’re delusional
Turn off the TV and radio, it’s confusing you
How many rappers said they ballin' and meant it When their mansions and cars in they videos is rented?
Even the women with their breasts augmented
Is rented from a strip club, it ain’t authentic
Get your music solid, and don’t be scared to get knowledge
Masters P-P-Diddy and ??? all went to college
Now all you young hustlers think it’s easy
Because you learnt the rap game off a TV
If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go Listen up, 2Pac is DEAD, you rappers need to let the man rest
He dissed y’all by name when he was here in the flesh
And now y’all doing songs with him? That’s fucking disgraceful
Y’all ain’t got the balls to be him, be grateful
That you’re alive to thrive, 'cause look where we stand
Bloods and Crips in New York, Cholos in Japan
In the 'burbs rich kids is acting sinister
Even Hammer thugged out before becoming a minister
And the record labels all saw the writing on the wall
Now they thug factories, crankin' 'em out like Ken dolls
You can’t identify 'em til the end of the video
And they videos look identical, it’s pitiful
But what’s worse, the young musicians that listen
And aspire to greatness by ???
Tryin' to live out a virtual vision of success
To be the next such-and-such instead of first and best
If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go
I feel like I gotta shoot somebody or get shot to get some airplay
Or start a crack empire or pay the DJs
Or either fake it til I make it but I rather go naked if the music stays sacred
'cause now there’s Crips walking in cities where ain’t no gangs
Before your record dropped, you didn’t claim no gang
Now you the same sucker sayin' you an OG?
Man, somebody’s gonna pull your card, don’t put that on me
I blame the mainstream for pushing the gang thing so now it’s the in thing
Who wants to be a thug millionaire and die for the glamour and fame
And throw your life away on the camera where image is everything
It’s what they embrace, I can’t help but recall the words of Scarface
Homie don’t believe that song, them rappers is wrong
Gangsters don’t live that long, it’s just a song
If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go If you live your life in the sounds you hear on the rock 'n' roll radio
On the rock 'n' roll radio
It’s a really nice place to go
