F.A.Y.

[Verse One: Masta Ace]

I'm startin' to think that my skill is a waste

Still in the race with an ice grill on my face

Mad at the world, mad at you, mad at my girl

Mad at my friends and anybody drivin' a Benz

I really hate this nigga that delivers my mail

But if I hit him they gonna send me up the river to jail

I hate my neighbors, they always askin' for late night favors

Hate indie labels, especially hate majors

I don't give a fuck no more, fuck this tour

Fuck these shows and these groupies, they all ho's

Hate these rude people stayin' all in my face

And hate the fact that Visa always callin' my place

So all you mean creditors and magazine editors

Same ones that debted us and put niggas ahead of us

I'm a mad dog who sits in the dark

I'm fixin' to bark watchin' 106 And Park

What a mess, I guess I'm sorta stressed

Turn on the radio and I get more depressed

No wonder I'm kinda bitter

Strick told me I should quit player hating, but fuck that I'm not a quitter

Had a few cats betray me, try to play me

Bail and try to blame me, fuck you pay me

If y'all could, y'all would finish me

That's why this finger here is for everybody in the industry

[Hook]

When you tryin' to hustle for pay and people get in your way

That's when you ready to say "Fuck all y'all"

When the job is givin' ya hell and pay is minimum scale

That's when you ready to yell "Fuck all y'all"

When it's really starting to seem that people killing your dream

That's when you ready to scream "Fuck all y'all"

I'm talkin' to you, and I'm talking to you, and I'm talking to you nigga

[Verse Two: Strick]

Yo I'm simply trying to eat 'til my belly is fat

And I rest in the Midwest where R. Kelly and Nelly be at

Where my name ring bells like "Who's celly is that?"

And "Yo Strick you about to blow!" yo stop telling me that

Cuz at the end of the day I'm still just a nobody

Cuz nobody knows me no record label chose me

But Tommy Boy did and look where that got me

A bad attitude and a reason not to be cocky

A huge debt, three lawyers, and two managers

A bullshit advance that didn't recoup the damages

A couple of singles that wasn't really chartin'

Yo Ace I got a Cherokee! "Bow Wow got an Aston Martin"

That motherfucker got a mansion with a swimming pool

A rec room with many games and plenty women too

He prolly got his own chef and a fuckin' hot tub

I got a truck with four rims but yo they not dubs

Speakin' of nots yo, I'm not a happy camper

Not gettin' no younger, feeling like a grandpa

Yo I got low self esteem

Just like a nigga running in place tryin' to chase his own selfish dream

And fuck my girl, soon I'll be startin' to creep

She's a slob and don't care if her apartment is neat

She got a slick mouth and always gets smart when she speak

And can't cook a lick and the bitch fart in her sleep

I got a dog that don't bark and cat that don't meow

Everybody else is rich and I don't fuckin' see how

Sometimes I wonder why even bother waking up

Should just end it and give back the spot I'm takin' up

[Hook]