Verse1 (Awkword)

Yeah, yeah

Teck-Zilla

Modenine

Awkword

When they talk percentages, what's in a legacy?

Dumb down, delete evidence, just so you check for me

To cash checks signed by suits, that invented me

The only way I'll ever be, can't forget they said to me

There has to be, 10 a me, to earn independently

Born to get a felony when cops are the enemy

No coppin pleas, I'm hood rich, c'mon sentence me

All I wanted was a way to build a better me

To honor pedigree, moms, thanks for protecting me

Now handlers say you gotta pay, to appear next to me

And snap a photo, to post on Instagram and mention me

Even though this logo means there's even less left of me

I'm like a nascar, gotta crash to see the rest of me

Sign the dotted line, they said, there'll never be a second me

Made a trend a me, and killed this Public Enemy

Flavorless like gelatin, trapped inside an mp3

Verse 2 (Modenine)

You partake in rituals so you can blow

Do the money phone , and shut down every show

To your fanbase your image white like snow

But on the contrary your getting sodomized for the doe yo

Your clock ticking but you can’t be bothered it’s like a dinosaur grave inside your cupboard

Beloved it’s way deep and you can bet that

The devil gives but when he takes back you gon regret that , reject that ‘ but you wanna be on a show stopper mix / you gwan sell your soul for less than a proper fix

You switch up and dabble into politics

A professional yes man dancing for the puppeteer

The cash is the snare your boss has to win

All chips on the table you’re hoping you cash

In

You’re jumping in the deep end knowing you can’t swim

Fizzled out the limelight and get tossed in the bin