Sixth Cents (Get It?)

If you got it, flaunt it
That's what they taught you
At the school of the materialistic mantra
And if you want some, get some
It could be that easy
If you can't, well, fuck off
That's what being greedy gets you

Income, income, income, the outcome is you
Win some, win some, win some, you lose a lot of yourself
In the things that you can hold between your hands
But you cannot give a damn

Because the way the cookie crumbles is
Your value's just a number
In an algorithmic database
Until you get replaced
And if you give into the pressure it exеrts
Aren't you just getting what you deserve?
If you think that you know what you're worth
Buckle down because you're gonna have to

Turn blood, sweat, and tears into dollar signs
You need that .6 cents if you're gonna
Survive in the big leagues
You're stuck behind the fence
And complain all you want
It still never makes sense
It never makes sense

So you've got to stick through the bullshit
Prove that you're in love with music
By reinforcing this useless platform
Fucking abuse it
Make money that you'll never see
It disappears magically
But you would do this for free, right?
That's where they got you wrong

That's where they got you wrong