(verse one)
ain't sh** change but the date
stay inside and you swear that you safe,
still deciding what to do with the fear and the hate,
looking at the lives and the years they could take.
That sh** ain't just de facto,
I'm stepping back, though.
Rap looking backwards,
rappers looking so haphazard, plastic.
Fans looking past it.
Like it's the same three n***as
on the charts this week, weak.
I shouldn't even speak
before they start with that
'you ain't even make no hits' sh**, please.
See they love to talk hits
then talk about the game
and how it needs the streets,
I see, but let's see,
if they really need the streets
then why you need a list they made
just to make your debate concrete?
I see but I'm sleep.
(bridge)
I done gave up on the dream
so I ain't worried about the views,
I'm just confused,
are you a fan or did you just tune in?
Man, I'm so convinced
(chorus)
The kids ain't never heard rap before (x2)
(verse two)
I guess I'm bitter but I'm feeling better now,
tryna figure out,
why you got a thug life tat on your back,
I guess I'm just an a**hole,
if that's so.
Black, relax.
I'm back, relax.
why do rappers say they back
as if they ain't play your sh**
back to back to f**ing back
for the last month,
you got backpacks in PacSun
and my boss got a grandson
that know all the words
to them trash a** tracks you get plaques from?
n***a, what are you back from?
(bridge)
(chorus)