Demise

This album ain't bout selling records

 Or selling out or selling sex to sell records 

 I could flex it; I'm sexy as ever

 Got too much respect for the ladies I rep for

 For the ones who expect more

 The revolution our mommas and grandmas, they bled for

 This is the music I'm bread for, kill the illusion (Kill the illusion)

 Our culture is sick, the idea that love don't exist

 You can fuck her, but she ain't worth a kiss

 Better get all you can get out the get

 Booty shakin', imitatin' what we takin' in

 And checking the likes that get

 Young ladies are poppin' they pussy they ain't even six

 What kind of life do we live? (What kind of life do we live?)

 Now if a man love a woman, then the man's a bitch

 I mean shit, how far have we strayed? How far will it get?

 With a future so dim, everybody is lit (Is lit, lit) 

 We build these walls around us, 'cuz we're just broken bricks 

 We used to strive to find our spirits

 Now we reach for selfie sticks (Selfie sticks)

 So much pressure to be better, but we'll never cross the bridge

 So when we can not fix ourselves, we turn to get a fix

 Young ladies turnin' tricks; young men turn into pimps

 And we just use each other up, till there's nothing left to give

 And ladies are we off the hook? (Hook) Are we as guilty as the men?

 You ain't lookin' for they love, you just lookin' for they Benz

 You'd rather have the chains and whips

 Then the rose the homie picked 

 Or the poem the poet spits

 You don't know what golden is (Golden is, golden is)

 Just the gold that's going in his grin, I'm goin' in

 A little chillin' isn't it, I wish I wasn't, but it is (Is)

 The media, the internet, the influence is overboard

 We've just lost our focus

 We don't even notice we're absorbed at all

 Sorry this the story, and that's just what's in store for y'all

 But we all play our part like one big sad orchestra

 All of this make up I got to put onto my face

 Oh my god, it's just making me crazy (Crazy)

 It's probably the hardest part of being famous

 The pressure to keep up with trainin'

 And losing the weight that I've gained

 Fuck it today; what if I'm just lazy? (Lazy)

 Yo fuck it then, shame me

 And fuck the way that's society's shapin' up (Shapin' up)

 Almost forgot there's a plot to this

 Make us feel awful and fuck up our confidence, offer up 

 The solution to all of our problems

 By pushing they products

 And watching their profits skyrocket up (Skyrocket up)

 There's no other way we can chalk it up

 Even though we all know it, it's not enough

 Props to the androgynous

 For breaking the mold and not giving a fuck (Givin' a fuck)

 Young men are dyin' from the pressure that's building inside them

 We condition these men to be soldiers

 Stay away from emotion, they silenced (Shh) 

 So they do what they know to survive, and they're turning to violence 

 We seein' them leave in these stretchers; we keep hearin' the sirens

 It's a plague, It's a virus, and it's gotten inside us

 These rolls that we've given each other will blind us

 It will be our demise once (Once) 

 Every young girl is sexualized

 And every young man dies at the hands of another man

 Who believes that boys don't cry