I feel like this is long overdue It's not 2002 anymore you know? Time to act like it This music thing is a funny business It's a sideshow now we're just forced to witness That's a nice stack of money and we love the necklace Guess we live to watch you get off on big expenses Sweet ride, is that shit a rental? Without the drug talk your new song's an instrumental I've seen your videos holding up the finest beverage But the words are dumb as hell, I'm not being subjective It's about having a message when you speak, that's basic knowledge Instead we're seeing over-reliance on dated topics They're good illusionists, don't mistake 'em for rappers Putting blinders on they follow long predictable patterns, like Get a bag, show it off, buy guns Get fans, get high, go broke then die young I'm sorry but I'm just speaking truth If they did this shit outside of rap, they'd just be a douche And in case you don't see it like that... They put the flex on you Cars, chains, and cash; guess what's new? It's all set up so we're impressed by views They got everything but respect towards you Now, don't put the flex on me 'Cause that new whip just put you in debt promptly You're looking like a sucker for the check, not me From the underground up, nah you can't stop me Record labels do what fills up the pockets So the image is priority and music gets lost in it The problem is the rate at which it comes is astonishing You're a marked man and social media's the accomplice It's a pissing match, the parties fight for attention Pushing constant braggadocio to fuel up the engine And we're just falling victim to their struggles for relevance The apps look away like "We never developed it" And now we're making these endless comparisons too Like "Here's some new strangers doing things better than you" It's got us sucked in like addicts, but most of it's backwards 'Cause analytics took complete control of our actions Like a guy with his phone on a mattress There's a good chance he's looking at asses They got you bent over but there's no resistance And the fools just keep buying the tickets What you get in return, huh? They put the flex on you Cars, chains, and cash; guess what's new? It's all set up so we're impressed by views They got everything but respect towards you Now, don't put the flex on me 'Cause that new whip just put you in debt promptly You're looking like a sucker for the check, not me From the underground up, nah you can't stop me Actions speak louder, always