I don't hear the compliments, I'm cocky but lack confidence
They tell me that's I'm on my shit, but they don't really follow it
They play me once then switch it back to DubStep wobble shit
And mainstream mashups with the flows filtered like bobbles bitch

Me I stay on top it, the lyrics never counterfeit
I write em, record em, mix em, on my own you count on this
But they don't understand the words unless I rap along to it
Rap is mindless chant these days but I'm on to it

Fuck that bullshit, I don't want none of it
Who a bitch? You a bitch. Also you the son of it
There I go, on some "fuck you, like me" shit
Cause I think you're too stupid to hear the truth and believe in it

Oh don't do it, you used to be the truest
Now it's about the fame before the message of the music
Ya either rich untrue and arrogant or poor and modest
But I'm balling out and just trying to be honest, they don't want it

I know...
I'm so rich, acting like I know shit
No shit crackah, you don't know shit, then I tell
I Know

But I'm trying learn the truth, spit it in the booth
Mix it up and send it out to all of you until it's something we know
We know

Money isn't everything, but it's on my side
Maybe I should use it to defeat injustice
Who the fuck am I? Can I be the first who's tried
Spread the truth but there nothing to do so fuck this

If we can't fix the world I'm over you
The end of every ism overdue
Awareness is the key to know the truth
But why we gotta do all it, mutherfucka aint this just about rap to all of...you

Drake expressing all his fucking feelings
While trap rappers auto-snitch about all of their dealings
I'm trying rap so we can stop the hate and rape and killing
But it's just me myself my lyrics and my mommy's millions

And you probably though my daddy made that
But she put herself through college and into a maybach
And she raised me to get knowledge and question the fake crap
But I'm too ivy and white and rich, so they don't ever really wanna play my disc and

I know...
I'm so rich, acting like I know shit
No shit crackah, you don't know shit, but that's something I know

But I'm trying learn the truth, spit it in the booth
Mix it up and send it out to all of you until it's something we know
We know

Money isn't everything, but it's on my side
I wanna share the happiness 'till no ones left to cry