[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