WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Alright, thank you everyone who's made it this far And because you made it this far Welcome to East Saint Boopie's vault [Verse] The root word for music is muse, that just simply mean to think When this album drop, I pray you bathed in it then let it sink Even when my voice is hoarse, you gon' hear them horses comin' Real hip-hop will never die, the power will keep it up and runnin' Music, what happened to you? I remember how you used to make me feel So many bars, men'll pause the song 'cause you gave us chills Used to therapy sessions 'cause your lyrics really used to heal Now they convince you to kill our kids for a dollar bill The flow is out, they whore you out, YouTubers using you for clout Pulled the rug from under you like when you try to move the couch Make this album to try and remind us of who you really are The beauty in storytellin', melodies, and wearing your scars Where the folks that's tired of fakin'? We finna bring back the real And if this album don't do it, that's cool, I pray the next one will This might not impress my peers, this one might not win a Dove I just hope it make you question God until you fall in love [Part II] [Intro] Falling in love with you Falling in love with you F-Falling in love with you Falling in love with you [Verse] Where do I begin to even sing your tune? Music, you was never just music to me Started off at church with Mama when you was the truest to me Thirty-eight to state and East Saint when I got my first mic' at four Shaney-poo was rappin' for Chingy, I helped out with the flow Ridin' around with big bro, bumpin' Kanye, singin' every line Way before I lost respect because he went and lost his mind (Yeah) Trappin' off line wire, I was burnin' Weezy mixtapes, they was wildfire Put the beat on, and I'ma slide like a balled tire Fast-forward, I'm sixteen, third receipt of Chief Keef in my headphones My head gone while like gang's screamin' I don't like (For real) Boopie heard good kid, m.A.A.d city, it's just my whole life Now the Holy Spirit up in the cut, now that's a scary sight God used you to save my life, Matthew 7 at twelve at night God went as far as usin' Kendrick Lamar to point me to Christ (Facts) That ain't no normal story, that's why God made mine laughable That's why I could never play around with you the way these rappers do They use you as a quickie, they just load you up and spit you out No tender love and care, they up and leave you if you don't give 'em clout They like you for your butt, I mean your beats, they got your standards low Tryna show these folk how beautiful you are, 'cause the real ones know You the smoking gun that the devil use to control the youth (Uh-huh) You the same gun that Christ gave us to expose the truth (Let's go) You the one I heard when my mama was prayin' for my salvation How ironic, now Boopie beggin' God to save you [Outro] Music, don't you give up on me Oh, music, don't you give up on me (Music, don't you give up on me) Everybody can't rap and sing, and that's okay Music, don't you give up on me