They say who do you appeal to?
All the while trying to tell you remain the real you
And the fucked up thing is
Feel I got some fans ‘cause the color of my skin is
Always said that I’mma put the music over image
But everybody judge before anybody listen
Yeah, and I always keep it real
But I’m 25 sitting on 25 bills
And yeah boy got crossover appeal
But I’d take a bullet in the head before I’d sign a deal
Yeah, so put yourself in my position
Hip hop heads ain't the ones that’s buying tickets

But I refuse to be a brand
A recluse who broods and stews up in the studio demands
Perfection, and I don’t choose who are my fans
But you already lumped me in with Huey and then Sam
I’m doing what I can, my music’s who I am
I’m growing it organic, no consuming from a can
Yet still they are accusing me of ruining hip hop, man
‘Cause these teenybopper girls think I am cute on Instagram
Damn, think you can tell me who I am
Through a cursory glance ain't even listened to my jams
I’ve been focused on the music and been sticking to my plan
While these other dudes is utilizing image and their brand
I guess I’m tryina take a stand
I said fuck a 9 to 5 I’m never whoring for the man
I’ll be rich by 25, least according to my plan
But still broke as fuck and as anti-corporate as I am, I need

Some money
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need
Some money
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need
Some money
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need

25 sitting on 25 bills
25 sitting on 25 bills
25 sitting on 25 bills
25 sitting on 25 bills

Always been an anomaly, that boy is an oddity
Get so down and so out of it less I write what’s inside of me
I be slanging this pot, you see money dirty like sodomy
Tryina find the right angle, now something like an isosceles
Honestly, these rap fans is easily swayed
Three years ago J. Cole was leading the way
Then he hit the radio and got decently paid
It’s like when you hit the tipping point then you cease to be great
These people, you were their secret they resent you’ve gone far
Give ‘em two years and I bet they’ll turn on Kendrick Lamar
They say the fame and mainstream has fucked with your vision
When the only things that’s changed is the public perception
The sacrifices I’ve made, I’ve sold pot, I dope slang
I quit jobs, got laid off, I broke up with girlfriends
I been booed right off stage, got knocked down with no shame
So never will I sell out, no way, but I need

Some money
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need
Some money
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need
Some money
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need
Some, some money
Some, some money, come on, some, some, money I need

25 sitting on 25 bills
25 sitting on 25 bills
25 sitting on 25 bills
25 sitting on 25 bills