I Swear, This Is Not an André 3000 Diss Song

[Intro]
Are we out of time?

[Verse]
I swear I wanna like this Andre album
When they announced it, I got all excited
This artist I've admired is finally outta hidin'
Somehow he got inspired, then decided
It's time to break his silence, but he told us he's stayin' silent
Playing flute instead of rhyming
I'm like, "Yeah, okay, that's cool", I'm behind it
Somethin' different, but somethin's missin', it felt way off
Felt like watchin' Jordan play baseball, then I got suspicious
Like, André, did you let your inner critic win?
Did you convince yourself that you isn't him?
Do you got hard drives full of hidden gems?
Locked behind computers and won't let us in? And listen
You don't have to, yeah, I get it, man, but who am I supposed to listen to?
Lil' who?
Or another rapper with ghostwriters who only asset is that they visual?
With all due respect, I'm sort of pissed at you
'Cause I been hearin' things you said in interviews and it's got me a bit confused
Saying you too old to bring somethin' new, that isn't true
But who am I supposed to listen to?
I'd rather hear from an old you, than just be stuck with hearin' all your old tunes
But who am I? Just one of your pupils, who got student pride
Sometimes it feel like you dead, but you alive
I just pray before the day that you truly fly
You feel like the gift God gave you was fully utilized
And maybe this is foolish pride, like, what do I think I'm doin'?
I'm just a stranger out here asking this man for new music
And you never listen to nobody except yourself so I know this is useless
You dropped "Hey Ya!" at the height of G-Unit
And, man, that's gangsta, you the ultimate non-conformist
You kept pushin' boundaries, explorin', you taught us normal is borin'
That's the thing I love about you the most, you re-invented yourself
You raised the bar on what you expect of yourself
But maybe the bar got so high that you can't even reach it
Unsatisfied, start calling all your heaters decent, then you don't release it
Honestly it's hard to believe, 'cause I heard all your features
You got Killer Mike a Grammy, man, that joint was recent
And look, no disrespect to him either but, dog, you tweakin'
This all speculation, I don't know the reason neither
But my guess is that it's pressure, it's probably easier
To be a flute player than one of the greatest rappers ever ever (Ever ever?)
And I know I'm soundin' critical
But if I'm comin' clean, this got more to do with me, it isn't you
'Cause you're an artist I aspire to, now you gone and retired
I think my deepest fear is that I see myself inside of you
It's been three years and I been quiet too
And all this time, I been inside the stu'
Everything I cook up feel meh, like it's kinda cool
Got me really thinking like, man, maybe my time is through
And you got nothing left to prove, I'm still playin' festivals
To pay my team and fund the dreams that I'm yet to execute
And everyday, I'm less enthused to write a rhyme or bless the booth
Every thought ain't fresh and new like when I was twenty-two
When music was the place I would express it through
I was fightin' for respect, rappin' like the rent was due
I wanted the world to love me, now a couple friends'll do
Tell the truth, are these the thoughts you had? Is where you at where I'm headed to?
So every year that I ain't heard from you
The insecurities I'm workin' through, feel like for sure they true
So please don't take it personal
But you moved on from rap, and I don't think I got the courage to

[Outro]
But keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart
Share your art, Three Stacks, share your art
Share your thoughts, Three Stacks, share your thoughts
If I could be anyone, I'd be me, yeah, yeah
If I could be anyone, I'd be me
Maybe I'll start