[Intro] Ayo, shout out to DJ Booth Did you just put on whipped cream That ain't even savvy bro, nah [Verse] I don't really know how to rap But I can take the simile match it with something similar I think Kevin aware about the way I'm gonna snap here I've been trying to adapt here But comparing where we at to what we used to be Really got me bothered at the fact The majority of the radio's playing all of this crap And my generation is unaware the fact That everybody sound like Drake No one's creative ‘cause everyone copies And the rap there is flawed Thoughts in the mind of youth with a beautiful turn of thoughts And the money is all they wants, consumin' all of they hearts It's amusin' of bein' a nuisance in music No room for God here And I'm just tryna give 'em hope You point out a leader, what the hell is a Iggy!? And I swear Dizzy ain't gon' be the only that make it out my city, so Back in the system, controllin' the way we speak Cause some more mark in silence Sodom and Gomorrah, I saw 'em get more of s**ism Sex symbol for a s**ual sketch of a girl's emblem That's blasphemy for a casualty general Cla**icism only do the cla** schisms Oh, you ain't seen a youngin' with an education? I've been grinding for a minute, tryna get a placement There's a part of me focused on the art in me Rapping into a pill, send it to your arteries Where's a pharmacy, they need a medic These new dudes are so pathetic Injected a local anesthetic into your mind You ain't thinking for yourself fully You ain't using your head In the back of the cla**, handing out packets of the truth To you, cause honestly I'm feeling root to the back of the coupe Tryna cope with the coupe of adolescence Let me ask this question: DJ Booth, they feelin' me? Well you gonna have to get used to it Cause I came with a whole tribe, that's savvy (Hipsavvy) You gonn' have to go through them to get to me That's whipped cream [Outro: Angelisa] This is Hipsavvy