Okay, yo, the whole concept is control (control)
And Lord knows I can't be controlled (controlled)
As you play this game, watch the console (console)
I'll be here to watch the story unfold (unfold)
Instagram tells you half the story (half the story)
The other half is what you asking of me (asking of me)
This industry can't stand half my glory (half my glory)
Dear Lord, if you can, take this passion from me (from me)
They slave trading through your cellphones
Colonisation without coming to your dear homes
As crack was for the '80s, Apps is for the '20s
They got you in the red zone
Technology is the white man's cotton field, and they make you tend to it
Let me show you how this reflects music
No swords my homie, I put the pen to it
The fruit of your labour is apple
They tell you what you can or what you can't do
They got you with the placements and playlisting
The shorter the songs, the longer the streams, listen
Only 30 seconds count
Do like 1:45 on the track, keep the fans coming back
And build an audience of kids
From 18 dollars on an album to less than a cent on a stream
Plus they curating it wrong
Let Africans alone curate African songs
Don't give my music to some White dude
That positions it however he likes to
And doesn't understand the culture or the ways
He's just copying whatever he sees popping on the waves
They push numbers to whoever they want
And whatever they want to succeed is what they put in your face
'Cause the whole concept is control (control)
The Lord knows I can't be controlled (controlled)
As you play this game, watch the console (console)
I'll be here to watch the story unfold (unfold)
Instagram tells you half the story (half the story)
The other half is what you asking of me (asking of me)
This industry can't stand half my glory (half my glory)
Dear Lord, if you can, take this passion from me (from me)
Media can't stand close to me
The parasites are exposing for what they supposed to be
But shout-out to a few of them
That get the job done, it's just a few of them
When I'm leaving, I'm leaving whole
I sold everything else, but I kept my soul
Vixens kept me between their thighs
But that pussy slippery, I was able to slip and slide
And these artists can not visualise
The way the system is set up is to keep you inside
You're one hit away, one hit away
Hope is very long rope in disguise
And even when you make a hit, what next?
Here today, gone tomorrow
Boy you are -, fill in the gap
I pray you be Wiz and David
I pray you make it big, be on every playlists
I pray you don't need EFCC to get blown
I pray you Burna boy, internationally known
There's nothing left for me here
The game brought me sorrow, beef and despair, yeah
But rappers would rather fight me
Rather than fight the system
Which is highly unlikely to cave in
At least you got something to put your faith in
See you next time, if there's a next time
It's been amazing
The whole concept is control (control)
The Lord knows I can't be controlled (controlled)
As you play this game, watch the console (console)
I'll be here to watch the story unfold (unfold)
Instagram tells you half the story (half the story)
The other half is what you asking of me (asking of me)
This industry can't stand half my glory (half my glory)
Dear Lord, if you can, take this passion from me (from me)