[Verse 1]
Yo, they're like, oh my god, you $#&@in rap
To the white folk I'm a thug with a tats

To the black folk I'm too $#&@in frat
Yo $#&@ this crap get fed up
My dad says keep your head up

And don't let yourself let up
I almost had my bread up
Then got jacked, now I'm back, in a worse place then I was

Get some pats, on my back, but my name ain't got no buzz
Hit em w a track, and you swear, that this gone be the one
Cuz you ain't never topped it, talk it up and drop it then youre back to square one

And this is art to me, and its heartening, that potentially ill live off it
But disheartening, that a part of me, says compriomise to make lil profit
Real topic, seems theyll cop it, if you talking about pill poppin

Dealin rock and gettin guap and it helps by the way if youre real shockin
I don't spill often, my heart that is, just took a hit and I'm still coughin
They don't get me, if I said kill kenny, they'd say why the $#&@ would you wanna kill lofton?

Sealed off in, this lil box and, thinkin this could be the one a mil watchin
Like this is it, hah, yeah right, again we gotchya


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Every night
Close my eyes

Filled with the hope of what tomorrow may bring
Every day
I awake

Yet it's the same old song that they sing
Play for a new crowd
Yet its the same show

Achieving new highs
Yet feel the same low
I start to think they're right

Some things can't change though
So I wonder if I, am chasing rainbows


[Verse 2]
Me I be a little bove the ground height
!#)# otherwise I'd be wound tight

Livin in the age of the sound bite
Man that's the %#@! that I don't like
Man i hate skip bayless stations bating viewers, chasing ratings

Hey have you heard jason batemans gay and dating, make a rumor
Have a strong opinion, take your viewers, con them into
Buyin in, a nation where we, take our very, own and mold them

Make consumers
And you wonder why we're
Plagued with tumors

As we come to find its
Straight manure
That theyre feeding us leading us now to believe

That we're unhappy
Vacant you are
Not content?

Wanna feel better?
Then buy this %#@!
You'll feel better

Get a lotta %#@!
Spend real cheddar
Come shop n %#@!

Our deals better
A scholarship to college yep, just to get a good job we can tolerate
The modern day, american dream, see to live it now you gotta be not awake

Workin jobs we hate, to buy more %#@! that we don't need, its a viscious race
Cuz the bigger the hole thats inside the more we buy as we try just to fill its place
I ain't tryin to preach, i'm part of the trend, hopin my art makes exorbitant bread

America, huh, the more unhappy we are, the more that we spend

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[Verse 3]
Fame only comes to the best and worse

Yes its a blessing a curse with aversive effects
Im the first to confess that its easier to be the worst than the best
And the persons effected, the borderline

Between good and great, the more the try
The more they find, theyre marginalized
Either part of them dies or theyre fortified
Man, 2chainz and the based god, yup both of those dudes
They can rap

Titty boi was playas circle and lil b was in the pack
And skip bayless was writing books, nah i guess really
He was a still a hack
But my point is, its easier to get noticed than to master your craft
And Matter of fact I know, if youre good enough then youre broke
But if youre good enough to be good enough then youre good enough to be to be a joke

Uh, Shortcut vs long climb
Overnight vs long time
When youre climbin long enough
It get kinda rough
And you ponder that won't lie

And then I confide in the end tho, if notoriety the end goal
Then by all means, do your thing, do what you gotta do to its simple
Grab for the cash, it come and it go, and you gotta live with the after effects
But master your craft, have massive effect, but like von gogh could be after your death


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