Buys Over Streams

[Intro: Cantrell]
Look

[Chorus: Cantrell]
It's no tricks, no chains, and no whips
We free, word to W.E.B., we sit
On top where they tell us we not worth shit
We got everything that they want, we hot shit

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
Forgive me, y'all, for never calling JAY-Z Hov
I mean, hip-hop saved my life, but so did Lord
I pray to Yahweh, never bending to y'all way
Since Paul Wall sittin' sideways been caliente
Hot fire, top fiver like Dylon
Lost sight of my power, now I'm byke up
Light up like Jigga and Drizzy
Got a milli' on the streams, but scrapin' up pennies, uh
Spotify been giving hundred-mil' deals
While we still here scrapin' up meals
You don't move your feet, then I don't eat, we like head to feet
Same bed, I could never sleep, we gotta build
If I'm designing the clothes, I'm polishing flows
I'm chasing the goals, the whole is what I'm owed
Distribute it with my bros, buys over streams
God over things, we plottin' on the siege

[Chorus: Cantrell & Rob Markman]
It's no tricks, no chains, and no whips
We free, word to W.E.B., we sit
On top where they tell us we not worth shit
We got everything that they want, we hot shit
It's no tricks, no chains, and no whips
We architects of this shit, man, we been on
Top, but they swear that it's not worth shit
We got everything that we want, we hot shit

[Verse 2: Rob Markman]
Gather 'round, everybody, kids, pay attention
How much attention pay when you barely get percentage?
A fraction of ya worth, do you even have incentive
To go against the grain, play with physics, get leverage?
My two cent won't cost you a dime
Million dollars worth of game, subscribe nine ninety-nine
The starvin' artists, they can wallow in that
And pay they last for a feature who won't follow 'em back
Would I disrespect the spot if I
Set up camp for bands to commodify?
And Daniel Ek, he ain't write this fye
Give us a La Di Da, or no Beyoncé lines
I think ya algorithm suck
It's no luck unless you TikTok'd up
These the signs of the times, get ya wristwatch up
Put ya Rollies in the sky, it's some shit I'd rather buy, c'mon

[Chorus: Rob Markman & Cantrell]
It's no tricks, no chains, and no whips
We architects of this shit, man, we been on
Top, but they swear that it's not worth shit
We got everything that we want, we hot shit
It's no tricks, no chains, and no whips
We free, word to W.E.B., we sit
On top where they tell us we not worth shit
We got everything that they want, we hot shit