Thank You

[Verse 1]

I'm tired of people saying they understand this game
Of entitlement, pride, petty fame
Of people who swear they've got something to lose
With nothin to gain
N****
I got nothin to prove
I've been on front page
The homepage
The last page
The main stage
Small stage
And backstage
N***** know the name
I swear, I think they do
But every time i do a show
Its Deja Vu
Imagine what its like
Really, just think about it
I'm just like you
Online I read about it
Only difference is I know
The cycle it never fails
I create opportunities
Its not just you and me
Now usually I'd say
Nothin and keep workin
And usually they say
Somethin, its not hurtin
The only thing certain
People are not person
I wrote this for every a**hole
That's still lurkin

[Hook]

Thank You
For ignorin all my posts
For not streamin my s***
For all the downloads
You give to mainstream
I really think you're stupid
Imma start postin pictures of b******

F*** music

[Verse 2]

I do things for my community
Post it on Instagram
And get 26 likes 1 follow that's really spam
I scroll down past
See sneakers or T*** and A**
They got 1000 likes with comments
Its gettin bad
Cuz they either don't know
Don't care or don't show
On my Facebook event
Click attend and don't go
This s*** never ends
My close, personal friends
Post memes not me and wonder why they don't end
Up in the mix when things get interesting
You support local music
Man n**** please
It be the same ones ridin
To the same bulls***
That be the first ones to say
"Yo I like your new disc"
And these d*** publications
Ain't helpin the situation
F*** your blog and your fee
Your Wordpress is basic
Your content sucks
Here's what i recommend
Stop writing advertisements
And be journalists

[Hook]

(Verse 3)

They say I need more videos
Need more pretty hoes
Need more drugs, thugs, guns
And designer clothes
Need less content
Need less lyrics
"People wanna dance
They don't care about a message"
Now don't get me started
I'm not an "Old School Rapper"
I don't need a bunch of big words
To tell you what matters
To me that s**** boring
I'm all about reality
"Real Recognize Real"
That's my mentality
I find it really challenging
When I hear a record
By an artist I respect
And know can do better
I remember back beginning
When penning meant no pretending
Depending on how you're living
When given a chance to listen
Determined if it was worth it
Most music it served a purpose
Now music's simply worthless
(What a time to be alive)
S***, even mine is free
You can get it all online
And if you don't like me
Cool. I hope you die

[Hook]