Yeah, yeah
Teck-Zilla
Modenine
Awkword
When they talk percentages, what's in a legacy?
Dumb down, delete evidence just so you check for me
To cash checks signed by suits that invented me
The only way I'll ever be, can't forget they said to me
There has to be ten of me to earn independently
Born to get a felony when cops are the enemy
No coppin pleas, I'm hood rich, common sentence me
All I wanted was a way to build a better me
To honor pedigree, moms thanks for protecting me
Now handlers say you gotta pay to appear next to me
And snap a photo, to post on Instagram and mention me
Even though this logo means there's even less left of me
I'm like a Nascar, gotta crash to see the rest of me
Sign the dotted line, they said there'll never be a second me
Made a trend a me and killed this Public Enemy
Flavorless like gelatin, trapped inside an mp3
You partake in rituals so you can blow
Do the money phone and shut down every show
To your fanbase your image white like snow
But on the contrary your getting sodomized for the dough yo
Your clock ticking but you can't be bothered
It's like a dinosaur grave inside your cupboard
Beloved, it's way deep and you can bet that
The devil gives but when he takes back you gon regret that
Reject that but you wanna be on a show stopper mix
You gwan sell your soul for less than a proper fix
You switch up and dabble into politics
A professional yes man dancing for the puppeteer
The cash is the snare, your boss has to win
All chips on the table you're hoping you cash in
You're jumping in the deep end knowing you can't swim
Fizzled out the limelight and get tossed in the bin