This album ain't bout selling records
Or selling out or selling sex to sell records
I could flex it; I'm sexy as ever
Got too much respect for the ladies I rep for
For the ones who expect more
The revolution our mommas and grandmas, they bled for
This is the music I'm bread for, kill the illusion (Kill the illusion)
Our culture is sick, the idea that love don't exist
You can fuck her, but she ain't worth a kiss
Better get all you can get out the get
Booty shakin', imitatin' what we takin' in
And checking the likes that get
Young ladies are poppin' they pussy they ain't even six
What kind of life do we live? (What kind of life do we live?)
Now if a man love a woman, then the man's a bitch
I mean shit, how far have we strayed? How far will it get?
With a future so dim, everybody is lit (Is lit, lit)
We build these walls around us, 'cuz we're just broken bricks
We used to strive to find our spirits
Now we reach for selfie sticks (Selfie sticks)
So much pressure to be better, but we'll never cross the bridge
So when we can not fix ourselves, we turn to get a fix
Young ladies turnin' tricks; young men turn into pimps
And we just use each other up, till there's nothing left to give
And ladies are we off the hook? Are we as guilty as the men?
You ain't lookin' for they love, you just lookin' for they Benz
You'd rather have the chains and whips
Then the rose the homie picked
Or the poem the poet spits
You don't know what golden is (Golden is, golden is)
Just the gold that's going in his grin, I'm goin' in
A little chillin' isn't it, I wish I wasn't, but it is (Is)
The media, the internet, the influence is overboard
We've just lost our focus
We don't even notice we're absorbed at all
Sorry this the story, and that's just what's in store for y'all
But we all play our part like one big sad orchestra
All of this make up I got to put onto my face
Oh my god, it's just making me crazy (Crazy)
It's probably the hardest part of being famous
The pressure to keep up with trainin'
And losing the weight that I've gained
Fuck it today; what if I'm just lazy? (Lazy)
Yo fuck it then, shame me
And fuck the way that's society's shapin' up (Shapin' up)
Almost forgot there's a plot to this
Make us feel awful and fuck up our confidence, offer up
The solution to all of our problems
By pushing they products
And watching their profits skyrocket up (Skyrocket up)
There's no other way we can chalk it up
Even though we all know it, it's not enough
Props to the androgynous
For breaking the mold and not giving a fuck (Givin' a fuck)
Young men are dyin' from the pressure that's building inside them
We condition these men to be soldiers
Stay away from emotion, they silenced (Shh)
So they do what they know to survive, and they're turning to violence
We seein' them leave in these stretchers; we keep hearin' the sirens
It's a plague, It's a virus, and it's gotten inside us
These rolls that we've given each other will blind us
It will be our demise once (Once)
Every young girl is sexualized
And every young man dies at the hands of another man
Who believes that boys don't cry
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