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Lyrics

[Intro - Apathy and Samples] Humming Genie bottle motherfuckers Yeah More humming No-plan bitches, uh [Verse 1 - Apathy] You can't trust your eyes, it's all just a disguise All disgusting lies, the fake justifies Used to like Kanye, well he did touch the sky But now I just despise fake, constructed lies Televising they lines, photoshopping the eyes Photoshopping the thighs to give girls a different size Many women despise what the creator supplies Wants to impress the guys, with fake titties she buys For the guys who talk to her, surprise: Wanna know what he makes, wanna know what he drives For the fellas who listening, here's a word to the wise: Any bitch like that, is a bird 'til she dies They can blur the lines and try to hypnotize Wanna know your income, more so than your dick size The status satisfies the baddest asses alive Matter of fact, if you're paid, scattered ashes are dollar signs And it boggles my mind, it's a sign of the times That a bitch's behind is becoming a diamond mine Y'all rhyme to get signed, how I rhyme to just rhyme Analyzing my lines when fans press the rewind [Chorus - Voice Samples] [???] [Verse 2 - Apathy] Ashes to ashes, may God burn the masses Them assholes who go out at night with sunglasses You probably like me, if it makes you sick Like chicks who paint they eyebrows way too thick Instagram to Snapchat it's whack raps over trap beats You Facebook gangstas fuck around, get your ass beat The Beast must be clocking overtime snatching souls A lack of goals enables these ratchet hoes Man, I'm saying, every single story you've ever heard When the (?), to God's word Tells tales of sinners who sell souls for riches Y'all are devilish bitches, and I ain't even religious And I don't speak the language, or sweat this lame bitch It's crazy how now mainstream Cocaine is There's no more love songs, it's such an evil world Everybody's always tryin' to fuck somebody else's girl Get money, spend money, spread hate, and speak lies Nobody even talks or looks each other in the eyes And look I'm not a hater, I'm a fact-stater, rap greater Slap-a-Faker, Whack traitor(?), culture vultures, Ap made a Conscious effort to dis 'em on this record They acting so defensive and let they're feelings get hurt Well boo-fuckin-hoo, what's a pussy to do Turn on that autotune on and sing a Drake song or two I'm through