New Test Of Men

Lyrics

[Intro] "You're either a genius or you are a hater of the industry A hater of the way things ought to be done Tell me the strategy behind your doing what you do these days" [Verse 1: Ransom] I'm just trying to inquire what this really 'bout What's with the silly clout? City girls taking Diddy's route What got Keke whining and dancing with her kitty out? What made Janelle go from a Lauryn Hill to her titties out? It's up 'til it's stuck, that's what the litty shout But here's what I really doubt, the made up storylines in your pity pouts You catch a case before the album drops That's what made thе album hot, but God forbid that album flops Now you banging on your records, why you think they found him shot? We call that shit a bloodstrеam, and it streams around the clock, I found a plot Why shed our blood for they empire? It's universal hate for them liars, Len Byers Tried to warn a brother but, he died in court, caught for them ten priors Hard to look past this when you've been biased Cross the Atlantic's in a slave ship Never was a priority for us to stay rich, shit [Interlude: Prince] "We don't believe in free goods We don't believe in, you know, 90% of the contract the way it's written now The standard contract, we don't believe in 360 deals Anybody that signs one of those are absolutely crazy." [Verse 2: Ransom] It's almost like we was meant to be violent Don't get lost in these quotes, 'cause they was sent to be guidance My novels are graphic, look what it meant to these tyrants Don't follow the masses, 'cause then the "M" can be silent Don't squander the assets, you know the journey, don't ponder the address Gotta be worried, my genre is classless, honor the task list Not fond of them Uncle Tom's who'll ass-kiss I shoulder the pain, so when Ran upper arm is disastrous Why be wrapped up in all this glitter? When your lowest moments is praised and happily brought to Twitter Your blasphemy thoughts is bitter My pop was in bad shape So I went from my dad's bod to an immaculate father figure, nigga [Outro: Prince] "My father was, he was so hard on me He, he, I was never good enough And there was something about that It was almost like the army when it came to music."