Verse 1 Where's the message? Young idols are snorting powder on social media When I bring up a topic, they have nothing to say I drown in nonsense while they drown in their problems In their complexes, that's how the scene looks today In their eyes, I see corpses I can distinguish red eyes from crying, and when someone is tied up Instead of figuring things out, I hear babble again The law of rap takes away from YouTubers If you put on makeup for them, you'll have a better look They're happy about it and I know well what the crowd will take The scene stinks of empty money Fake hustling, don't bullshit, put the money on the table And it's not about who put on the beat Botox everywhere I turn my gaze away from those heads Verse 2 Agile like a butterfly, cutting like a scythe And I'm young, but I stick the pieces together Idiots associate buzzing bees with a bullfight I've had enough, so I created my own game here Flying high in the rap game, fast as a jumbo jet Watch me when I speak the truth on a beat Bitches think they devoured the rap game in a rush With every line, I put passion into the verse Bitch real talk, he was here damn it, and will be here Not for peanuts, I could make money at the store As long as this crap I always gave with my heart doesn't disappear For them, it's great when the cyka beats don't drop Fuck that their idol does it in a rush for the trend There's demand, there's supply, that's how capitalism works Codes on tracks that play and will damn well keep playing I make money from it too, but I'm stuck in these bitches Who cook up hits on Olis without any flair.
