Taxer

Label me bitter if that help with your conscience

And I’ma give it to you dead honest

That’s when I got something to press on

It’s when the bread’s the reason they forgot the art form

But the grind ain’t the problem

I ain’t hating on folks tryin’ to bag a clean check

Dropping nonsense like morals don’t hold no weight

This for you culture fakes

They split up, then link with the lames on 'em

Got me heated, I could wild on em

Far as I’m concerned, they moving all wrong

Watching lyricists morph into clones

And viral clicks, that’s when it gets sick

Streams got em hooked on loot that’s dissolvin’

It lowkey shook me

You either squeaky or crooked

90% still front ignorant

How many heads you met spit the raw legit line on line militant

And every plaque ain’t classic, and that's on earth

Everything that sparkles ain’t worth

They never play that real word

Every spin on the airwave, it’s absurd

Stand and step into the light

Revelations, as we wake what once died

And in that live instant we strive

Like grains in the timerglass so go the phases we ride

Faking on the mic to my brothers and sisters, it’s facts

I’m on the now, too many fools with the cap

And I ain’t touching on no throwback rap

Yeah, today’s theme is self collapse

Or you headed for that last collapse

You should dead that act

Would you still blast?

If you ain't with your squad and off shots from the flask

What you speaking is trash

Now you on the mic like money don’t bump

Low funds, now you finally made a lil lump

What make you think you solid cause you came up rough?

Verse after verse, it’s the same stuff

Fam, you just like that other dude who sat up

You ain't next up

You talking fearless, but won't stroll without a bunch too

If you vexed, then I guess I struck you

But and half you so called hitters ain't bold neither

I’m rugged, got that chrome heater

The wise still breathe, but the fakes are infinite

What lane you think they on? A fool tweak every tick

They clone what they peep on the Gram or recall from a song

Just clueless youth who ain’t checked right from wrong

No humble hearts or prayers involved

This planet full of madness now, no peace or moral walls

That y’all a product of setting? Pure chance involved

Should I blend with the frauds? That’s a lost cause

Saying what I live, do only what’s for certain

Planted on my own feet, just tryna stay certain

I'm just a soul with no curtains