Hashtag trap funeral, Twitter said you died
T.I. teared up, and Rick Ross strait cried
It musta been the hats, guess they got too high
With my bass real low, the day trap beats died
The shit went pop, so RIP to trap
Wait a second, call a doctor, tell the DJ bring it back

The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop
Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop
The artists don't die, they just fly the top
And then they go pop, but long live hip hop

I remember where I was the day hip hop died
Pirate Bay downloading Nas' album online
I don't know where I was the first day that we met though
That was before everybody wanted to play with techno

Hip hop and tech had a baby named dup step
Hip hop's li ttle brother's fame was about to come next
Strait up out the drug nest, always on some high hats
Trap Music, take some 808, apply rap

With some Slow flow, and some simple punches
And you people eat it up, mmm scrumptious
But big business beat it up, for money for they lunches
The radio plays it, got bitches panties up in bunches

So the people that knew said it was dead
But the truth is that money just made it change instead
Big business could never make real hip hop flop
But if you hear it on the radio or TV it popped

The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop
Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop
The artists don't die, they just fly the top
And then they go pop, but long live hip hop

Why do we love P O P
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Reach for the top, you might go pop
But stay true and you, you'll make no money when your tape drops
But is it their fault? It's probably mine
Because I still play trap beats all of the time

We work hard, play easy, hoes pop, pimps slap
See a rapper, there's a crackah making money in back
And you know that ain't right, unless they deserve that
I rap it, but the hype man might be why you have heard Jack

But when it's a label, you're a horse in their stable
And they shoot you as soon as you seem you're lame or disabled
And the tell you a fable, sell you your own soul
So now you're in their pocket and they need you to blow

And then they make say no homo
And shit to sell on clothes Y O L O
I wanna get to the top, so I can make it all stop
But I bet I'll forget about it if my shits pops, pops

The trap beat dropped, but the music didn't stop
Nah it just went pop, but long live hip hop
The artists don't die, they just fly the top
And then they go pop, but long live hip hop

Why do we love P O P
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