so ignorant to the fact that the shit we put in our raps attract a certrain energy
always pushing us back... im tryna whip up a remedy
just to keep us on track... cause according to memory
they've been laughing at blacks for more than a couple centuries
i wasnt there for that but i paid attention to history
and this has been a fact since i was in elementary
now that im more in tact its not making any sense to me
if i had a dime for everytime that i saw somebody living out a rhyme i could re-design america
the clothes and the hoes and the bottles and etcetera
society got motherfuckers afraid to be regular... yo
thats why i relate to regular joe
we could keep these thoughts in our heads but its better you know
bitches will step up on the scene in something that they just seen
within the pages of one of their favorite magazines
and now shes feeling so clean... but back when she didnt have it
she was a misery magnet... dreaming of living lavish
admiring kim kardashian and amber rose
wishing she could change her skin color but thats something that you cant control
feeling so alone looking for a hand to hold
imagining walking down that red carpet while cameras roll
flashing lights... flashing lights
destruction is apart of your appetite
if thats what you want... then i got some leftovers from a few years back... here you can have a bite
ima paint the picture... i just hope you have the sight
cause material things wont go with you to the afterlife
see we all about a dollar
they say the best slave is one who thinks hes free... we wearing invisible collars
getting new prada still living at home with your papa
them project elevators never work proper... we gotsta
get our shit together quick... straighten up ya posture
we only good at 'acting' rich... we all deserve an oscar
eating lobster on a grilled cheese budget
hardly afford greyhound but carrying louis luggage
niggaz be only 12 but swearing that they be thugging
and they really do... trust me them little niggaz be bugging
thats just how it goes cause daddy wasnt really around much
so tv raised these niggaz from the ground up

so many niggaz wanna be wayne, and i aint talking bout following the footsteps of his fame
or mimicking his success in search of money to gain, these niggaz are drinking cough syrup hoping to attain
the same feeling that that mans feeling... are you insane?, drink enough & you permanently wont be feeling no pain
im wondering what the fucks going on in you niggaz brains, our lack of independent thinkers gives us a bad name
if a nigga say pop bottles than thats what we do, if he say he wear gucci then wed be copping it too
if nicki perming her hair these bitches following suit, they rather follow a gimmick instead of following truth
but i... digress... why yes... i wouldnt mind another bottle of moscato
to take away my stress... i guess... that euphoric feeling is like hitting the lotto... i know