Rossy - Participation Mandatory

★ intro ★
Hey, rossy
Ay

★ verse 1 ★
You was in the dorms, i was in the houses (in the houses)
Green and white at every turn
I wonder how do they allow this (how do they allow this?)
Blaring trap drums inside every room, who's the loudest (loudest)
Cocaine was for the 80s? take a look around us
Doubt it, bruh
Learned a lot in school, but i ain't pick up on algebra
I set my priorities to social scene and having fun
I did that, and now i'm wrapping, packing subs
You know, average rapper stuff
Huh
Srt? that's an aspiration (sure is)
The day i leave the dealership in a cleaner whip (yuh)
That's the day i'll say i made it
Mark it on my calendar
Celebrate it every year
Take scenic route with challenger
I challenge you to challenge my validity (go ahead, try)
I just spit what's gotten into me
I pity you if you pity me
Silly you, pretty me
Quick review:
The refs determined this verse is murder to the fifth degree
★ chorus ★
Cause the money not the sole purpose (nah)
But it's nice, though
The fans are what make the shows worth it, not the idol
I'd probably sell my soul to make a couple mil go viral
Baby, i'm just playing
All these tests say i'm psycho
But it's nice, though
The money not the sole purpose (nah)
The fans are what make the shows worth it, not the idol
I'd probably sell my soul to make a couple mil go viral
Maybe i'm just playing
All these tests say i'm psycho

★ verse 2 ★
When you growing up around that shit
Y'all dumb if you think most aren't down to clown a bit
Even if you don't participate
You see effects—the craving
The way it makes you feel can be amazing
Man, i hate it
Cause i did participate at first with hesitation
Like a female who's unsure if it is menstruation
I'm working with no breaks to reach my destination
Music on my mind all the time
That's that fucking yeezus dedication
I could go to guinness
I'm a record breaker
I met the maker
I'll deal with all of the pressure later
Given skills to cause chills with a pen and paper
Entertain cheap thrills
They like, "god bless your labor"
When my mom was in labor in the winter of '02
December 2nd, a lil' came out of the blue (popped out)
First day on the streets, i went straight to the booth
Leave the lyrics for life that you can't pay me to do (ay)
★ chorus ★
Cause the money not the sole purpose (nah)
But it's nice, though
The fans are what make the shows worth it, not the idol
I'd probably sell my soul to make a couple mil go viral
Baby, i'm just playing
All these tests say i'm psycho
But it's nice, though
The money not the sole purpose (nah)
The fans are what make the shows worth it, not the idol
I'd probably sell my soul to make a couple mil go viral
Maybe i'm just playing
All these tests say i'm psycho

★ verse 3 ★
Bzz
Started out local like honey does
Wrote my first rap
No way there would be a subtle buzz
My head is the hive, and the bees inside fucking suck
Needed more time to thrive
Check us out in coming months (check us out)
Cuz i found this shit
And ever since i did
I knew that i was bound to spit
Jumping around as the police surround moshpit
And now i'm out this bitch
Sneak out the crowd and dip
Holy cow, that's slick
Generations before me farming crops for cash
Last week, we just sold the property we had
Like monopoly, we did it for economy
My mom's pops died before we sold it off responsibly
The man was so great, i couldn't put it into words if i tried
Taught me to shake a cracker's hand until it hurts, and they cried
Hip replacements to something went worse
Went from fun in jerome's home to funding a hearse, damn