This is for radio station that hated my songs They say "yo Russell never try, you're a try hard" This is for you guys, knockin' my loose pride Open your eyes, but you can't cause they're too wide You just a poor asian, you'll never make cake You a swagger jacker, you a fake Drake For those dude who beat me up, thinkin they're tough So all you people sayin "dude get your haircut" In this moment #1 is my goal The moon is my brain and the sun is my soul So I'm a keep grindin till the day I see heaven Till then I'm a just makin' songs and go gold, maybe platinum In this game in this sport It's me, Phili, Dj Suss and Baby J on the court Against every other labels tryna clash cause they're enemies So basically it's Mars Music versus the industry Shout to my friends back home right beside me If I change cause of the industry, remind me Cause you know me, so please keep mind Because in theses lines it's Russel then D-Pryde Momma's really proud on the what we're all about I love you momma dukes, I promise you a house And know that ain't a joke, I'm rhyming till I drop Mount Everest high and I'm still climbing to the top This time I'll never stop, I'm playin' this right I remember what J said that really changed my life He said "you gotta find a job that absolutely love and when you'll find it, you'll never work a day in your life" And that's true J, true say Since then I look at music in a new way Haters hate me like the day before tuesday Reppin Canada like Blue Jays and Bublé... uhh The kid callin' me the new Drake Haters flyin in the air like a bouquet Right above the one but I'm never at a zero Man I'm reppin for the asian cause we never had a hero Put your glass up, I'm up and higher This is for my family, growing like an apple tree For my mother that had to witness my daddy leave Like I had to be, but I'm a keep movin' Shout out to all of my fans who loved my sweet music And how I speak thru it, who think I'm kinda tight Peanut butter ain't an ingredient to this dynamite