Pres and Jake talk about "For Sure" and why this seemingly surface-level song contains a critical message. The boys dive deep into the subject of "do lyrics matter today in rap" and talk about how they are navigating through creative industries 2024. Thank you so much for tuning in and make sure to follow us to get updated when new episodes drop! (on the 15th of every month!)

Song: "⁠⁠⁠⁠For Sure⁠⁠"

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Lyrics:

I ain’t even really nice no more

Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor

Always telling what they’d like to score

Think I’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure

Hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short

To only talk about it and not fight for more

Well I guess I better write some more

Everybody gonna want my life, for sure

What the- where the fuck these people been at

I was really hoping someone let ‘em know

That the only thing that’s keeping ‘em from growth

Is the ego, I ain’t saying let it go

‘Cause mine been getting seen when it need to

On the scene getting lethal

I been keeping every single dream on a need-to-know

Accordingly, where the proceeds will go

I heard your favorite’s CD but I think it got some ED

Bro believe me, that shit isn’t hard and couldn’t ever last

I don’t pop no pills, I’m only tripping off of weed

Because the worst that I could tweak is losing footing on the grass

People always yelling at me but they pull up with their hands out

Really ran out but looking for a pass

This for all the people claiming that I’m using autotune

And singing on my tracks ‘cause I couldn’t really rap

I ain’t even really nice no more

Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor

Always telling what they’d like to score

Think I’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure

Hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short

To only talk about it and not fight for more

Well I guess I better write some more

Everybody gonna want my life, for sure

But you don’t want it now, look around, I’m surrounded

A laundry list of problems to the ground that’s compounding

Just like my worth, they show some nerve by claiming I just found this

It took me 7 years and a whole ton of plot twists

Sometimes I can’t write no fucking lines, I’m just doubting

Glad to say that this ain’t one of those times, I ain’t stopping

Your music like some wired earbuds, shit is not it

Don’t know who the fuck you thought you was, but you not him

That’s a-

That’s a fact

Ain’t waiting ‘till they find us, I’ma put us on the map

I step out every 8th like my foot is on the gas

You sending me a open’s like a rookie up at bat

You think it’s hitting but it’s not, my boy

I got this good from a million fucking shots, my boy

200-millimeter lens to the top, my boy

I’m pulling focus, you ain’t fucking up my shot, my boy

I’m on auto-go mode, with go pros

With no pros, just bozos that don’t know

Will bro blow with no hope he won’t though

So bro dope he know so he showboats

This a Yachty type-beat, shit I know

I’m always giving love, but the scene is not though

Pops you’re not gonna believe it, watch close

And tell ‘em in my doc I was a fiend for plot growth

I ain’t even really nice no more

Talking all that shit and then they fight so poor

Always telling what they’d like to score

Think I’m supposed to hit ‘em with a nice for sure

Hope somebody tell ‘em life’s too short

To only talk about it and not fight for more

Well I guess I better write some more

Everybody gonna want my life, for sure