[Verse 1: Frank Ramz]
So ignorant to the fact that the sh** we put in our raps attract a certain energy,
Always pushing us back, I'm tryna whip up a remedy
Just to keep us on track cause according to my memory
They've been laughing at blacks for more than a couple centuries
I wasn't there for that but I paid attention to history
And this has been a fact since I was in elementary
Now that I'm more intact it's not making any sense to me
If I had a dime for every time that I saw somebody living out a rhyme, I could re-design america
The clothes and the hoes and the bottles and etc
Society got motherf**ers afraid to be regular, yo
That's why I relate to Regular Joe
We could keep these thoughts in our heads but it's better you know
b**hes will step up on the scene in something that they just seen
Within the pages of one of their favorite magazines
And now shes feeling so clean, but back when she didn't have it
She was a misery magnet, dreaming of living lavish
Admiring Kim Kardashian and Amber Rose
Wishing she could change her skin color but that's something that you can't control
Feeling so alone looking for a hand to hold
Imagining walking down that red carpet while cameras roll...
Flashing lights… Flashing lights
Destruction is a part of your appetite
If thats what you want, then I got some leftovers from a few years back, here you can have a bite
I'mma paint the picture, I just hope that you have the sight
Cause material things won't go with you to the afterlife
See we all about a dollar
They say the best slave is one who thinks hes free, we wearing invisible collars
Getting new Prada still living at home with your papa
Them project elevators never work proper, we gotsta
Get our sh** together quick, straighten up ya posture
We only good at acting rich, we all deserve an Oscar
Eating lobster on a grilled cheese budget
Hardly afford greyhound but carrying Louis luggage
n***as be only 12 but swearing that they be thuggin'
And they really do, trust me them little n***as is bugging
Thats just how it goes cause daddy wasn't really around much
So T.V. raised these n***as from the ground up, n***a
[Verse 2]
So many n***as wanna be Wayne
And I ain't talking bout following the footsteps of his fame
Or mimicking his success in search of money to gain
These n***as are drinking cough syrup hoping to attain
The same feeling that that mans feeling... are you insane?
Drink enough and you permanently won't be feeling no pain
I'm wondering what the f**s going on in you n***as brains
Our lack of independent thinkers gives us a bad name
If a n***a say pop bottles than that's what we do
If he say he wear Gucci then we be copping it too
If Nicki perming her hair these b**hes following suit
They'd rather follow a gimmick instead of following truth
But I di-gress, why yes, I wouldn't mind another bottle of Moscato
To take away my stress
I guess, that euphoric feeling is like hitting the lotto, I know