Yeah, yeah Teck-Zilla Modenine Awkword When they talk percentages, what's in a legacy? Dumb down, delete evidence just so you check for me To cash checks signed by suits that invented me The only way I'll ever be, can't forget they said to me There has to be ten of me to earn independently Born to get a felony when cops are the enemy No coppin pleas, I'm hood rich, common sentence me All I wanted was a way to build a better me To honor pedigree, moms thanks for protecting me Now handlers say you gotta pay to appear next to me And snap a photo, to post on Instagram and mention me Even though this logo means there's even less left of me I'm like a Nascar, gotta crash to see the rest of me Sign the dotted line, they said there'll never be a second me Made a trend a me and killed this Public Enemy Flavorless like gelatin, trapped inside an mp3 You partake in rituals so you can blow Do the money phone and shut down every show To your fanbase your image white like snow But on the contrary your getting sodomized for the dough yo Your clock ticking but you can't be bothered It's like a dinosaur grave inside your cupboard Beloved, it's way deep and you can bet that The devil gives but when he takes back you gon regret that Reject that but you wanna be on a show stopper mix You gwan sell your soul for less than a proper fix You switch up and dabble into politics A professional yes man dancing for the puppeteer The cash is the snare, your boss has to win All chips on the table you're hoping you cash in You're jumping in the deep end knowing you can't swim Fizzled out the limelight and get tossed in the bin