Hiphop is dead! Lyrics

All my homies said f*ck war

Don't start s**t with other people

Just because you're bored…

But you ain't as big as YSD

I guess them fabricated streams

N fake follows is all he needs?

Gimme back my hundred dollars…

To Denver rap its R.I.P

I ain't heard a good album yet

I guess its on me

I f*ck w Mile High Minute

But, they don't f*ck w me

Guess I gotta make a record jus

So Denver has a scene

N all these p***ys tryna go pro

I seen em photoshop strippers

In they videos

N yal still dumb enough to think

That the game is full of honest people

Flexing what they drink?

N I only got love for King tef

Hypnotic

Chem X

Silk Sonic

Reese Parker

Yal been on it

Yung Kubbs

King, Kashi

Grand Skunk

I hope yal profit

As for everybody else

I'll rip them dollars out ya pocket

My only competition lives inside

Of my apartment

Smoking blunts with white lighters

Kashi been a true artist

All yal spit generic sh*t

Compensate for no talent having a**

I won't hesitate

Counterfeit

Young Boy got ya tongue?

Pretend like you a gangsta

But ya momma pack ya lunch

Everybody got fabricated fame

Wearing masks inside the liquor store

But no one knows ya name

No one knows ya face

What?

Huh?

Copy pasted rappers think

They run the mile high?

Everybody tryna act big

Career suicide

I know rapper claimin

That they ballin working 9-5

Jobs…

Who dont even got apartments

Living with they moms

Living with they mommas

But I still work to pay for promo

I'm jus sayin

I ain't ever claimed a penny on some low low

LOW LOW

All you see is alter egos!

People playin character to get your comma zero's

The best actor wins

Lets see who has the best look and sign a deal with them

Uh

Imma natural born hustler

Watch the game change

From the bottom in my slumber

Plottin out

N killing yal numbers

Imma nasty motherf*cker

Imma nasty motherf*cker

Skaa!