[Verse 1: Knox Hill, Knox Hill & Ren]
Conscious rap was vibin', but they said it wasn't sellin'
So instead of Tribe, the quest, it was for highs, I guess I get it
But we sold our De La Soul's and reassigned the proper metrics
Violent raps survived, and Darwinized the profit zealots
Survival of the fittest
Trade your bars for gems, and you'll be shinin', that's the realest
In this climate of addiction stock, Big Pharma is the realest
Now as long as pills are fillin', you ain't really gotta feel the sound
The world is full of juice, and while you're floatin', you been fin' to drown
How many rappers out here missin' now?
But thеy sell you with this vision, and this fear of missin' out (Yeah)
Thе industry will fuck us (True), so we follow what is trendin'
Brag about these hollow tips, but it's all hollow, tip the pen in
I lace my verse with fentanyl, and lean into attention
Toe tags for the mentions, body bags for what they spendin'
While they braggin', we descend, and from the ground, we're all descendants now
[Chorus: Ren]
Sinners don't sleep in this broken town
Tradin' their souls for some gold and brown
Feel the release, come back down
But we're not comin' up
Killers on the city streets, buyin' it up
Crooks and addicts, weird habits get rushed
We livin' in vain just to end it all
And I spend it all on the fentanyl
Conscious rap was vibin', but they said it wasn't sellin'
So instead of Tribe, the quest, it was for highs, I guess I get it
But we sold our De La Soul's and reassigned the proper metrics
Violent raps survived, and Darwinized the profit zealots
Survival of the fittest
Trade your bars for gems, and you'll be shinin', that's the realest
In this climate of addiction stock, Big Pharma is the realest
Now as long as pills are fillin', you ain't really gotta feel the sound
The world is full of juice, and while you're floatin', you been fin' to drown
How many rappers out here missin' now?
But thеy sell you with this vision, and this fear of missin' out (Yeah)
Thе industry will fuck us (True), so we follow what is trendin'
Brag about these hollow tips, but it's all hollow, tip the pen in
I lace my verse with fentanyl, and lean into attention
Toe tags for the mentions, body bags for what they spendin'
While they braggin', we descend, and from the ground, we're all descendants now
[Chorus: Ren]
Sinners don't sleep in this broken town
Tradin' their souls for some gold and brown
Feel the release, come back down
But we're not comin' up
Killers on the city streets, buyin' it up
Crooks and addicts, weird habits get rushed
We livin' in vain just to end it all
And I spend it all on the fentanyl
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