ANTHM - Vultures lyrics

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ANTHM - Vultures lyrics

[Verse 1] Is it still about the music? Tell me just how you use it Being someone who views it as something more than amusement I find it confusing How they complain about the sk** Talk about struggle rappers But they ain't about the real And be the same dudes Posting gossip for the page views Claim to love the culture but never explore the debuts Zero to sixty now it's rave reviews 'Cuz that rapper that they sh**ted on got cosigned and made the news They legit try to flip On some dick-rider sh** Misguided critics just trying to sit With the in crowd Whatever's buzzing they gon' spin loud Never form opinions, regurgitate what they been 'round Quick to anoint, saying they like the joint Whether or not it's nice is really besides the point It's the arrogance Looking at artists like they taking space Self-proclaimed taste-makers, but I can make the case That they two peas in a pod The reason is odd Those who starve for attention then believe the facade That they betray I'm staying above the fray Put my heart in my art in my rugged beloved way [Hook] You ain't about the music You 'bout that bullsh** I could do without that bullsh** I could do without that bullsh** I see right through it Ain't nothing to it (2x) [Verse 2] They be like why you so defensive? Why so introspective and pensive? Building a fence as if the genre's offensive Nah, spotting trends, we see them through different lenses sh** be k**ing my vibe, motherf** the forensics Like what you like, n***a hype what you hype Provided that sh** that you fight for you rightfully like Who's got a mind of their own? Who ain't defined as a clone? Who don't be switching up opinions that they privately own? Bueller Now wait a minute This ain't a genre that hate invented We paving a lane, getting creative in it Feel like a native in it And in my day-to-day, I practice not giving a f** I ain't afraid to say What's exactly on my mind That's exactly why I rhyme If I stop, you better ask me why I'm lying I go to the grave with a clenched fist Holding my tenth disk Spitting that diplomat sh** I really meant this [Hook]