J-Formz - Obligated lyrics

Tell me where I fit
I'm cut from a different ki
I'll keep it real
I ain't built for this industry

Ain't spit a bar in 8 years, they wanna know
Why not? Well, everybody started rappin
So your boy had to stop
Everybody fuckin sucked
I picked the pen back up
And picked up where I left
Off: never givin a fuck
People love to buy garbage
Do they suck on purpose?
We bein real? I've heard homeless
Dudes spittin better verses
And given the choices?
Yeah, I'd have to say that I'm nicer
It's just they got bigger
Promotion and better voices
AC told me it was 50% luck
And only 10 of it was skill, so
I knew I was fucked
With no connects to fill up the other 40%
I never had an investor
And not a dollar was spent
They're gettin paid to feature some
Wack bars on a song
I wouldn't do nothin with them if
They paid to get me on
There's a very small circle that
I'm willin to work with
So, anytime I need a verse
I know a person that's perfect i'm back!
I fell back from the game
It was real populated but, it was wack, so
I started to feel obligated
To come back and attack
Rappers that lack substance
That'll be every one of
These wack motha fuckas

It's Van Freakum, the walkin, 1 man
Roman Candle
Bustin multiple shots at your squad cause
I can't stand you
It's me verse all of ya'll
You're still gettin man handled
And leavin in matchin white vans, "Damn
Daniel!" type with flashin lights
Distruction is my appetite i'm a 1-2 combo
All you faggots do is scratch and bite
You could take your earrings out
And loosen up your skinny jeans
You're still gonna get Milly Rocked up
And down these city streets
Formz put the call in like: "Yo
I need you on this"
I told him that I got him
Like I got his little daughter
Cause bloods thicker than water
I treat him like my brother
So fuckin with his fam's
Like callin Dr kevorkian
You're gonna get dropped in the same
Spot that you're walkin in
I've been son-ing rappers so long
I should have an orphanage
All your clothes tight
You're gonna love how this coffin fit
I've been runnin shit from them New York
To them oval offices freakum!

Man, shit was wack, I got the
Fuck up out the game, quick
But, there's only so long that I
Could listen to the same shit
Nobody killin nothin when they spittin?
Then I'mma have to take advantage
Of this opportunity I'm givin
If I want some hot shit, then
I'mma make it myself now a days? Shit
It just don't feel the same as it felt
And then they ask me why I talk tough
I see a "gangsta" hit the bag like a bitch
And I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut!?
Your talk about the gutter sounds stupid
I ain't grow up in the hood with no choice
I grew up and moved to it
This music had me unmotivated, for real
Then, you asked me to come back and
Let them know how I feel
So I'm tellin them point blank:
There's dudes I'd love work with, but
This game ain't worth it
So the rest of them? No thanks
Lovin cars and jewelry like
Some stupid motha fuckas i'm good, baby
It's all about the guns and butter
And I'm back!