Rappers

Stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie
Go read a book or something
Pick up a trade, learn to cook or something
Get an education, do what your parents tell you
And stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie
Most of them lying anyway
'bout shit they did back in the day
And even if they did it won't admit that it's some punk shit
So stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie

Tall glasses, fat asses
Make a pastor walk past the green pastures
Tall models, rich rappers
It gets sticky like black strap molasses
They say everything that shinning ain't gold
And everyone who rhyming ain't cold
But I went back when I was told around 5 years old
That i could be anything that I want
I used to wanna be a B-baller (a B-baller)
Found out I wasn't getting any taller (I wish)
I started writing rhymes getting caught up (caught up)
Pac posters in my room fill the wall up
I used to put rappers on a pedestal
Now I'm thinking back like wow that's kinda pitiful
Cause I don't even know what I'm in it for (no I don't know)
And tell me what's the message that we spreadin' yo
We need teachers to teach us
Real leaders to lead us
If the people had the power no sour coward could beat us
But it's seen we to eager to see who the Migos features
We don't line up to vote we just line up for sneakers
Yeezus for president Yeezy ceasing the testament
808's and Idols the bible was written yesterday
Sold at a popup shop that cop, flex and pray
We sold on ebay the very next day
The very next day

Stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie
Go read a book or something
Pick up a trade, learn to cook or something
Get an education, do what your parents tell you
And stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie
Most of them lying anyway
'bout shit they did back in the day
And even if they did it won't admit that it's some punk shit
So stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie

I know a rapper in denial that resort to selling drugs
Cause he feel that he too big to have a regular job
He rather steal and rob than fix a knife, or a dish of shish kebab
So he celebrating life cause in his world yo he a star
I don't know what he be talkin' 'bout, bottle out, blunt in mouth
Flexin on the grand mixtape never coming out
Claim he got clout but won't teach me how to start
But as the same rapper cash he be flashin' for a month
Yeah this game is all perception
Why you thinkin you so special
Why you gotta waste my time
Why you icin' out that bezel
I've been in it for a minute
I ain't falling for no gimmicks
Most yall rappers just pretending
Yall be lyin' in your lyrics
Yeah i get you don't get it
You don't care you don't sweat it
You won't even pay your taxes
You be buying shit on credit
You be fuckin all these hoes
You be skirtin in a rented
Yeah I heard it all before
Yeah I said it get offended
Little rapper

Stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie
Go read a book or something
Pick up a trade learn to cook
Sought to get an education
Do what your parents tell you
And stop listening to these rappers homie
Stop listening to these rappers homie
Most of them lying anyway
About shit they did back in the day
And even if they did it won't admit that it's some punk shit