Lyrics Appreciation - King Fantastic feat. Truth in Fiction

I'm straight man, not scraping
For these papers that you all chasing
And I'm great man, I'm straight man
What you all chasing?

All that underground hip hop, all these Gucci flip flops
Squeezing blood out of pennies, nigga every drip drop
Not at the tip top but got a nice view
Of it when the sun hits the window, my god, you love it
Smoke good, drink good, eat a lot of steak, man
I can hit the Chevy lot and leave with paper plates man
I still pay my bills when my shit is late man
I ain't got hella skrill but I'm living straight man
Watch the Raider game on the sixty inch plasma
That ain't half-bad for an independent rapper? spending grip putting sips to my lip
While my bitch is skinny dipping water's bluer than a crip
I take my little cousin shoe-shopping dropping rent money
Eat somewhere yummy, hit Laurie's and go gummy
It ain't shit but money, I blow it, I get it back
I get it back, I blow it, I live it the way I know it

Feels good to be a free man flying up the coastline
LA, can I get a Westside one time?
And it's all off of rhyme, I make money off my mind
If you know me then you know that I be dummy on my grind
I am out there getting it, I ain't got no plan B
I'm an artist or nothing, I will starve, understand me?
Think I took the easy route? Nigga, we should chitchat
If this thing falls flat I ain't got no get-back
So I appreciate every song, every show
Any nigga that support me it means more than you know
So I leave the stage pouring sweat, t-shirt soaking wet
Amped up and out of breath making sure you don't forget
That you can be anywhere but you chose to fuck with me
And I'mma make it so you don't regret that you stuck with me
I really love all y'all, let's party till the roof pops
The gutter to the roof top, long live hop hop