The Explanation lyrics

Spitta n*gga you know me or either you know of me
Witnessed traces of my swagger
But it was being presented to you by other rappers
These n*ggas is actors, consumed by their roles
Thinking that they are really that n*gga they created in their fictitious lyrics
Perfect example given, of life imitating art
These n*ggas is lost in the sauce
I'm partying in a downtown loft
Thanking God that I'm finally getting on
And praying for the talented rappers who still off
What a n*gga gotta do to get through?
Do I gotta record a verse in auto-tune too? sh*t
Let me stay away from that
Before n*ggas misconstrue it and label this a diss track
These are just facts, spitta snap like a slim jim
You just realizing that I'm that n*gga homeboy I been him
Could keep the mixtapes up month to month continuously
But I figured that my words would lose their validity
To the ingrates who dont appreciate my mixtapes
Taking for granted my rhymes
Because they hearing new ones all the time
I'm about to take a sabbatical dog
And let these late bloomers get hip to spitta's catalog
Real n*ggas im not turning my back on ya'll
Real b*tches I ain't giving up on rap for ya'll
I'm just pausing for the people who slow
And let them learn the sh*t you already know
Muthaf*cka you know
b*tches know the planes got it
Jets n*gga, where haven't we been yet?
My name is in the streets, my name is my name