Intro:
Ya, alotta people talkin this n that,
speakin on my style,
speakin on my beats.
Now I’m usually a quite dude,
but I’m about to set the record straight
 
Verse 1:
I’m the hip hop roughneck/
crossover redneck/
It’s all about the love I give a fuck about a paycheck/
Take that pop shit home homie/
I’ll take a raincheck/
I could give a fuck if I’m playin in your tapedeck/
I do what’s real/ and I do what I love/
Why you on that gangsta shit if you ain’t even gotta gun/
You’re tryin' too hard/ to impress them A&R’s/
Rappin'about weed hoes clothes and your cars/
So what if I’m different/
Fuck you too/
But if you're showin love then I show love too/
Dudes are backstabbers/
smiling in my face/
Then start talkin about me soon as I leave the place/
But karma is a bitch/
what goes around comes around/
So if I get to the top/
I’m not lookin down/
You created a monster/
so turn the speakers loud/
Now dudes askin,
"Tycoon, what’s up with a feature now?"/
 
Chorus

Verse 2:
So what if I don’t sound like you/
ain’t that a good thing/
To me it’s not a black and white poor or rich hood thing/
I make the kind of music/
that I wanna listen to/
Mad at me/
'cuz nobody wanna listen to you/
Ya fuckin' right I was a nerd in high school/
I give a shit if your don’t like my music 'cuz your girl do/ ---
Haha/
I kid I kid/
I’m just fed up/
I think I blew my lid/
In fact I’m more gangster than you/
but I don’t brag/
I’m a changed man I’d rather rap about that/
Take off them skinny jeans/
and them snapbacks/
I’m in the ring of fire/
beware the back draft/
My love for the music/
is bigger than a contract/
Bound by a desire/
A real artist throwback/
My eye to the sky/
and I’m never gonna go back/
I’m all about the music/
and the real heads know that/

Chorus

Verse 3:
I’m in the ring of fire and the passion is burnin'/
Music lesson 101 takes notes start learnin'/
What you hear on the radio is not hip hop/
And all country lovers don’t eat at the truck stop/
You think country music is Taylor Swift and Blake Shelton/
Ol' Hank Williams just shed a tear down from heaven/
You think hip hop’s Wacka Flaka n Nick?i/
Dude really 2pac’s hologram should slap you silly/
There’s too much bullshit already/
in the mainstream/
It’s all about image they give a fuck if you can sing/
They make your beats/
and they write your hooks/
Pay for your features/
but the industry are crooks/
homie try something different/
make your own style/
It don’t gotta sell a million/
for it to be worthwhile/
It’s better to lead/
then follow in the shadow/
and if you can’t win the war/
at least win the battle/

Chorus