I Think We Lost the Culture Too
I still got some shit on my mind
You feel me Rich?
I really think we lost the culture
I wish that we could start it over
Take it back from these heartless vultures
And give it back to these righteous soldiers
This ain't mad, this a matter fact
Seen the bullshit and damn y'all can have it back
I don't really care where the traffic at
I ain't tryna watch the train wreck or the traffic crash
We makin' music or we makin' memes
I think we losin' all these sacred things
I just wanna chase my dreams
But it's never as real as they make it seem
We're all slaves to the algorithm
With astigmatism, but this is my vision
Nowadays it just be hittin' different
But you don't care about them streams when ya mission different
Who give a fuck about them likes on a prison visit
Trolled ya way to a muthafuckin' prison sentence
Look in the mirror, but it's been a minute
You can't relate to the fake when you been authentic
My best advice is to love yourself
Salute to Styles P he be preaching health
Rest In Peace to Nip he was teaching wealth
They gotta put ya killer on his knees in hell
I got lost in the moment
Up early on the day of atonement
This ain't for fame or the fortune
I just wanna stand for something when that day is upon us
They treat this shit like a lottery ticket
Invest in bullshit 'till the economy hit us
Some fans are only fans for irony in it
Laughing at ya ass for the comedy in it
They love ya lil dance, brought you all of the fame
You think the shit is dumb, you're a lil ashamed
Still You go along with it, cause they callin' ya name
Couple months later now they callin' you lame
You try to reinvent, and hoping they'll notice you
Catch a wave off anyone that's notable
Shoot a couple DMs, tryna catch a hoe or two
Yeah, everyone's disposable
And everyone's compliant
The ugly truth is that everyone is lying
The death certificate and everyone has signed it
It's almost over y'all, and everyone is dying
But what you gonna do while you living
I don't know about you, but me, I'ma get it
Fuck tryna make a living I'm tryna make a killing
Dead the bullshit then rebuild it
Cause I really think we lost the culture
You feel me Rich?
I really think we lost the culture
I wish that we could start it over
Take it back from these heartless vultures
And give it back to these righteous soldiers
This ain't mad, this a matter fact
Seen the bullshit and damn y'all can have it back
I don't really care where the traffic at
I ain't tryna watch the train wreck or the traffic crash
We makin' music or we makin' memes
I think we losin' all these sacred things
I just wanna chase my dreams
But it's never as real as they make it seem
We're all slaves to the algorithm
With astigmatism, but this is my vision
Nowadays it just be hittin' different
But you don't care about them streams when ya mission different
Who give a fuck about them likes on a prison visit
Trolled ya way to a muthafuckin' prison sentence
Look in the mirror, but it's been a minute
You can't relate to the fake when you been authentic
My best advice is to love yourself
Salute to Styles P he be preaching health
Rest In Peace to Nip he was teaching wealth
They gotta put ya killer on his knees in hell
I got lost in the moment
Up early on the day of atonement
This ain't for fame or the fortune
I just wanna stand for something when that day is upon us
They treat this shit like a lottery ticket
Invest in bullshit 'till the economy hit us
Some fans are only fans for irony in it
Laughing at ya ass for the comedy in it
They love ya lil dance, brought you all of the fame
You think the shit is dumb, you're a lil ashamed
Still You go along with it, cause they callin' ya name
Couple months later now they callin' you lame
You try to reinvent, and hoping they'll notice you
Catch a wave off anyone that's notable
Shoot a couple DMs, tryna catch a hoe or two
Yeah, everyone's disposable
And everyone's compliant
The ugly truth is that everyone is lying
The death certificate and everyone has signed it
It's almost over y'all, and everyone is dying
But what you gonna do while you living
I don't know about you, but me, I'ma get it
Fuck tryna make a living I'm tryna make a killing
Dead the bullshit then rebuild it
Cause I really think we lost the culture
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Writer(s): Rob Markman
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