Dear Rappers

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Man, it's easy for these rappers who have it all
Talk about the days when they used to be sad
I guess I can't relate to bein' famous and wealthy
I'm twenty-eight and still prayin' for the day I have a chance
Maybe y'all can help me out though, I'm just tryna take care of my household
I don't even wanna make my mouth gold
I just wanna win before the system that I'm in gets a hold of me again
And starts to squeeze under my chin until I'm out cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with your album that I bought
I got every single CD that you ever fuckin' dropped
I spent everything I had, and I never have a lot
Oh my God, what a mess, your words help me deal with the stress
Used to contemplate my suicide the nights I was depressed
Used to pop you in a boombox and sit upon my desk
Listen to your music till I felt it in my chest, but
These days it's like you don't have nothin' left
Your music feels kinda like you're tryna write a check
Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect
But I'm payin' even more, and you give me even less, what the fuck?
You taught me to think, you taught me to grow
You taught me the things to survive on my own
But now you teach me to drink, you teach me to smoke
You teach me to think every woman's a ho

[Chorus]
I don't want your Xanax bars or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try to tell me that it's art
No-no-no, no, no
No-no-no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV

[Verse 2]
I can't hear another fuckin' song about abusin' medication that I had to take just to stay alive
There's more important shit than what you wear and where you live and who you fuck and what you drink and what you spend and what you drive
Rappers full of bullshit
Rappers just a marketing vehicle for the product that the men want you to buy
Rap about a full clip
Rappers just promoting different liquors and varieties of ways that you could die, yeah
Dear rappers, can you help me?
Are you almost out of alcohol to sell me? Tell me
'Cause drinkin' every night can be the way to gettin' wealthy
If I'm really bein' honest, all this shit is overwhelmin', I need someone to look up to
You're living in a country that elected Donald Trump
You're living in a country where police are killin' people every day, and all you wanna talk about is doin' drugs
You've been blinded by the money, you've been blinded by the cars
You've been blinded by the women, don't know who the fuck you are
Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred dollars on a ticket to your show
And now I feel like you stole my fuckin' money and I'm broke
Man, you taught us how to rap, and you taught us how to dress
And you taught us how to act if we wanted to impress
Now you're teachin' me to live like I know you never would
What you're preachin' to these kids is keeping 'em inside the hood

[Chorus]
I don't want your Xanax bars or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try to tell me that it's art
No-no-no, no, no
No-no-no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV
I don't want your Xanax bars or your fancy foreign cars
Throw your money in my face and try to tell me that it's art
No-no-no, no, no
No-no-no, no, no, just a drug addict on TV, yeah