I feel like this is long overdue
It's not 2002 anymore you know?
Time to act like it
This music thing is a funny business
It's a sideshow now we're just forced to witness
That's a nice stack of money and we love the necklace
Guess we live to watch you get off on big expenses
Sweet ride, is that shit a rental?
Without the drug talk your new song's an instrumental
I've seen your videos holding up the finest beverage
But the words are dumb as hell, I'm not being subjective
It's about having a message when you speak, that's basic knowledge
Instead we're seeing over-reliance on dated topics
They're good illusionists, don't mistake 'em for rappers
Putting blinders on they follow long predictable patterns, like
Get a bag, show it off, buy guns
Get fans, get high, go broke then die young
I'm sorry but I'm just speaking truth
If they did this shit outside of rap, they'd just be a douche
And in case you don't see it like that...
They put the flex on you
Cars, chains, and cash; guess what's new?
It's all set up so we're impressed by views
They got everything but respect towards you
Now, don't put the flex on me
'Cause that new whip just put you in debt promptly
You're looking like a sucker for the check, not me
From the underground up, nah you can't stop me
Record labels do what fills up the pockets
So the image is priority and music gets lost in it
The problem is the rate at which it comes is astonishing
You're a marked man and social media's the accomplice
It's a pissing match, the parties fight for attention
Pushing constant braggadocio to fuel up the engine
And we're just falling victim to their struggles for relevance
The apps look away like "We never developed it"
And now we're making these endless comparisons too
Like "Here's some new strangers doing things better than you"
It's got us sucked in like addicts, but most of it's backwards
'Cause analytics took complete control of our actions
Like a guy with his phone on a mattress
There's a good chance he's looking at asses
They got you bent over but there's no resistance
And the fools just keep buying the tickets
What you get in return, huh?
They put the flex on you
Cars, chains, and cash; guess what's new?
It's all set up so we're impressed by views
They got everything but respect towards you
Now, don't put the flex on me
'Cause that new whip just put you in debt promptly
You're looking like a sucker for the check, not me
From the underground up, nah you can't stop me
Actions speak louder, always