Don't let them play you
Tell you that they you know best
Don't let them play you
Swear they got the worst intent
Don't let them play you
Lying 'bout the S on chest
Don't let him play you
He ain't really shit, on print
Nothin'- But a haircut and a vest
Little maudlin Mary Madeline
Was a fan of mine
And tried to live my rhymes
Like a pantomime
Cause everytime she'd try it
The voices go quiet, hidin'
And bidin' their time to riot
At night, she'd use the music
For silence
The science- of plotting escape
I hear they're locking away
All they emotions
So they walk in the day
And lock in the pay
Cause ain't nobody
Ever gon' employ you
If you lack in the face
Get back into place
You're nothing but a
Rat in the race
And sure I tell you that I love you
But that's only cause they told me to say it
Cause they researched you and they
Know that she'll play it
If I just hit a certain note, she got this track on repeat
If I don't, then it'll never see the release
Cause this industry, in the business
Of dopamine delivery
And once you hit the numbers
See the slope is getting slippery
The young'n probably smoke 'em like some hickory
See me ducking on a bag, pursuing history