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For the love of god, stop listenin' to rap niggas You uncultured You just another dollar bill to these niggas Why you so invested Look I challenge all of y'all to go and smile more In America they do us dirty like the tile floor If it ain't a racist mothafucka, it's my own kin The skin light, but inside it's heavy like a strong gym Cult leader, bow down until ya necks hurt Comment section turn these dumb niggas into experts If you don't know nothin' that you talkin' Shut the fuck up Niggas said they wanted somethin' different, where did that go Probably with my sanity, front row at a Mac show (rip!) He the only addict that the children should've listened to At least he let em know not to be like him Real Gs move in silence like So don't listen to these loud mothafuckas on the internet Who you think is runnin' shit? Mark Zuckerberg (Mark Zuckerberg!) Pan the camera to the bottom of the upper third Rookie and a veteran, i'm better than your top 5 Hip hop now a popularity contest This is how to separate yourself from the process For the love of god, stop worshippin' these rap niggas You uncultured You just another Bentayga in the driveway What you driven by This is how to be a better person Find what makes you happy make it happen 'til it's working And if it isn't workin' keep on doing it anyway Dying on your sword is the reward for your hardwork We livin' in a world full of pyramid schemes Everybody want the money, so they'll sell you a dream I made Ghettoland because I want to sell you one too Only difference between us is that i'll tell you the truth More than half of all my fanbase is white I exploit my trauma in exchange for a like Using what I have to tell a story they can share Then convert all the attention to become a millionaire That's the game that we in, it's no deeper than that I love music, don't confuse it, this is deeper than rap Most rappers tell you anything to gain yo allegiance That's why we look like fuckin' idiots defendin' their demons We want freedom For the love of god, stop idolizin' rap niggas You uncultured You ain't gotta flex That's just insecurity You ain't gotta be a boss, you ain't gotta be a star You ain't gotta be hard Daily reminder that you're good enough Feel like we don't say that enough Everybody got a Audemar, Tesla, bad bitch, BBL Feelin' like you're gonna fail Everybody got demons Everybody got reasons I just feel bad when I see Gen Z Lookin' up to borderline crackheads Generational trauma Generational curses (I want) Generational commas (I drop) Generational verses This a generational service Earth is a generational circus (I have) A generational purpose (I'm a) Generational wordsmith You can do better I just want to see you win
Writer(s): Jimmy Poindexter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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