(Pop out price)

(Yeah)

Pop out to your city like I’m the main event

I don’t even care who’s show this is-kick you out like I pay the rent (okay)

Yo this industry feels so random role the dice which video is gon blow today?

Flip coin, pick a verse, don’t care which artist is about to be overpaid

(Just gotta make fire music) yeah you speakin in the past tense

Yeah that wasn’t a gun reference that was just a clip preference (hey)

Cause it’s all about image

And it’s all about content

And it’s not about music but who can blow up with the comments

Throw me on the aux

Then you ganna see results

When you tellin me to stop

And you hoping that I choke

And you want me with a mop

Not goin for the gold

And you wantin’ me to flop

But I sell out every show

And it’s not even mine

But I still get attention like a cop

Even though I wanna quit I know I can’t stop

When I know the flow is sick still drownin in the pot

Still got the plot, complex but it’s not

Think you got the fix till they hit you with a headshot

Blow up with the hits yeah a sellout is a TikTok

Wanna make it big you need luck to get caught

Distraught on the record

Not a trend setter

Hate the fact that it’s random to a big hitter

Hate the fact that most people didn’t hear anything I just said now they need a babysitter

(OH)

How many people did I make feel smart today?

Yo which artist did you rotate in that’s already been over played?

Unless I post it on insta and the algorithm allows me to get all the plays

Then it doesn’t matter how good this is

This kind of track will never see the light of day

But you still throwin hate and you still throwin shade

Okay

Just because I don’t make bands I shake hands

Sorry I don’t pull up in an Escalade

(Yo) cause it’s all about like now

And it’s all about followers

And the passions missing in the void and replaced by the popular

(Yeah, yeah) throw me on the phones then you ganna see the skill

I don’t really want the fame I just wanna make it real

Feel the pressure in my chest but I’m climbin up the hill

Cut through the noise every verse is to kill

Silencing the doubt let the moment stand still

Cold with the flow every drop gives chills

Wrote through the pain now the pen pays bills

They don’t want the truth only who’s got appeal

Virals the currency, fame is the pill (yeah)

Talents (Talon’s) on mute but the trends get deals

And its shares over lyrics not lyrics over reels

And I spit what they fear-cut deep-no chill

That’s why you like the last track cause it has no feel

But I still gotta be poppin out like (pop out price)

Industry soft all bark no bite