Oh so many

Telling me what I ought to be, telling me what I'm not

Lay in the bed you making, now you awake in a cot

Tell you when to go harder, and telling you when to stop

Acting like it don't matter when you gave it all you got

Praying the beats get fatter like farmers be with their crops

Errbody a rapper, of course the stocks drop

Cackling on the beat like I'm eating some pop rocks

Ha ha, it's all so swell

Tell you when to accept it, and tell you when to rebel

Comment tu t'appelles? mademoiselle

When do I hold mon coeur, when do I sell

Make me inspired, hell, make me compelled

Anything to make sure I don't wake up in a cell

Policing what I eat, like dogs be to a bell

Never been street, always been parallel

Every power ranger need a baddie, I need a battle angel

And every hitter need a caddy, actually it's stranger

The thing is, these athletes couldn't make it in the biz

For sure

A little bit of piff, selling it on the low

Wrote a little script, you casted, it's for the globe

Another casualty, we wondering where he go

Ship him overseas, ship him where he don't know

Put him in target clothes, tell him that he the shit

Tell him that they a bitch, and they can go eat a dick

For a degree and salary, I bet they grant they wish

Tell that kid that they are so talented

And the price of fame don't change for what they balance is

Same gig, the game stay rigged

Tell the youth aim low, praying that they don't miss

The industry's bleeding us, like a tick

Tick, tick, the clock strikes five

Quick, quick, remember you're alive

Itch, itch, scratch that you should cry

Hit, hit, sleep until nine

Same day, replays, it's stuck on rewind

For, so many