Rotation

Inner-city black boy, eyes full of dreams Son of a priest, head full of schemes Taught by the good book, taught by the streets Mized all the hood crooks, high on the scene Inner city backpack-trapper full of teeth Mind in the right place, lost in the screen Working overtime with the bars and the beats All he wanted was the mic for this life on a sleeve Taking notes off YouTube to get what to do and to say Getting dope with type-beats two hours a day He was broke with no connection or fan to his name Nevеr choked off the top for the show of thе brave Made a post someone commented, "Pull up and lace" There he goes confident in a stu' with a great Same goat who never the mentioned the price for the range Playing the game Mister, mister lost in the basement Do you wanna pop with the famous I can put you on where you can’t get Do you wanna get some rotation? Do you wanna get some rotation? What you got for the playlist? Do you wanna rock with the shameless I can put you on where you can't get Do you wanna get some rotation? Do you wanna get some rotation? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? I am not what you figure is authentic My image is less mimicked I'm more grimace, I’m all triggered Leaving rappers frankly a Wallace & co. snitching Weaving passages while they witness these poems pillage I am not for a system of club critics or plugs wishing they wrote lyrics The radio's gone missing Forty hours a week to get it Were all missions to riches I wasn't given I rose for these crumbs spitting Kill in the form, finesse the ill-est in awe with this Scrimmage and score not for the sheep but the sharpest thoughts Border on going major Signing something to savor Pay off another favor Should I just go for the greater good or the greater waiver? To be enough for a moment's not enough for the labor What good is keeping a soul Swimming good doesn't pay much I need more on the way up For the clause on the paper Mister, mister lost in the basement Do you wanna pop with the famous I can put you on where you can't get Do you wanna get some rotation? Do you wanna get some rotation? What you got for the playlist? Do you wanna rock with the shameless I can put you on where you can't get Do you wanna get some rotation? Do you wanna get some rotation? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? Even after the rookie forgot his armor They cut him down to his knees For thinking the deal was sponsored All of this for the drama of coming up for some comma The label-head with the slip said, "Never sign what you missed" Paying back three hundred Kay for a disc Playing back these numbers to play the trends Took him about three summers to make amends Punches came with the glitz like Anna Mae at The Ritz Fancy, who that light skin going ham-faced Tell me where you from, what's your last name I know everybody and their fan-base I can see potential for your brand weighed Can we take a picture for the gram’s sake? Mister, mister lost in the basement Do you wanna pop with the famous I can put you on where you can’t get Do you wanna get some rotation? Do you wanna get some rotation? What you got for the playlist? Do you wanna rock with the shameless I can put you on where you can't get Do you wanna get some rotation? Do you wanna get some rotation? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you? (Do, Do, Do, Do) Do you, do you?