[Verse 1: MOsh]
All these people look like everybody else
Stupid b**hes dumb as f**, fake injections in their bu*t
Your lips look as big as my dick
A robot, got no soul, hope you're feeling like sh**
I never felt like all the other peeps
Mother f**er, no respect until I got the beats
Oh, now people want to love me? I don't want it, keep
People want stuff they can't get, it don't make sense to me...
But I do that too
I want so many things, f**ing you by the pool
But I'll save that for another date
I know I'll make it, not a psychic I just make my fate
Yeah, I'll save that for another date
I know I'll make it, not like most cause they be acting fake
General population is so lost
Copying everyone else, b**h you're the boss
Of your own life
[Bridge: MOsh]
People are so fake
I don't need anyone but myself so let's take
A trip
Let's forget all the bullsh** here
Off f** sh** so my metal state is clear
And people are so fake
I don't need anyone but myself so let's take
A trip
Let's forget all the bullsh** here
I f** sh** so my metal state is clear b**h!
[Verse 2: Peace, The Keeper]
I saw a couple Ken dolls at the mall
With their women full of plastic, tax brackets full of stall
Bottoms painted red but f** it. it made them tall
To look down on the clowns who invested it all
I've seen many mannequins
I work retail
Plenty posers in my past, I'll leave out the detail
He sees we're on the rise, too high, the f** is our low?
A piece of pie he didn't help bake?
It's our hoe
No friends, I got fam, there is a difference
When it comes to this rap sh** you're an acquaintance in it
I won't stop until the ba** has quitted
And my a** is on the papers with the paper in it
Plastic ba*tards need to pack it, Luda out the way
Copy's move it to their sh** but only truth is here to stay
They sign contracts with dud rockets for some change
I mean how many "Petty Waps" have covered on a mag?
The reality is...
Fake titties exist
Plastic a**es are in
And all the Barbies are friends
Brats have big heads
Silicone Eyelids, and they're too blind to see the ignorance in botox grins
[Verse 3: Lawrence Mulrooney]
f**, f**, f**
Live inside a dump truck
Pouring mud like a muck causing ruckus in a dumpster
Beat on the walls 'till the beat is installed
Never falling for the p**y, no, I am a gunner
Breaking down walls, made it to another summer
The eighth wonder getting bread like Smuckers
Toast and bu*ter, I roast and I smother
See me leave the beat bleeding underneath the covers
[Bridge: MOsh]