[Verse 1]
Y'all know, the pogonotrophy aficionado
With lyrical theolo-gy in staccato
I used to do music for the kids like Demi Lovato
But I'm grown, now I'm busy writing about what I know
They said she died cause these Pop Hip Hoppers ain't got soul
She tried not to grow as she got old
Instead she got sold, the hand of the industry caught hold, then got inside so
You see her moving that don't means she's alive though
You know, the chick Nas essentially called a ho
A cougar recruiting lost souls with so called "hot flows"
To sell to the snot-nosed, I'm not those
That ain't my lane, let me drive yo, now try to follow
Me as I follow, the Jesus seen in the Bible
Who's not a punk
The Jewish Messiah who only died once
Stared death in the face, ate it, then got up days later, like "Mary do not touch"
Met His peeps at the sea like "I got brunch"
I know you been sleeping on me
It's kinda lonely to lead a flock where nobody's going
And even heads who are with the vision ain't got it homie
I'm tempted to follow trends and do what somebody told me
But I ain't one of them shook one
A coward dies a thousand times, I'll follow the book son
Now hit em with the hook once
Y'all know, the pogonotrophy aficionado
With lyrical theolo-gy in staccato
I used to do music for the kids like Demi Lovato
But I'm grown, now I'm busy writing about what I know
They said she died cause these Pop Hip Hoppers ain't got soul
She tried not to grow as she got old
Instead she got sold, the hand of the industry caught hold, then got inside so
You see her moving that don't means she's alive though
You know, the chick Nas essentially called a ho
A cougar recruiting lost souls with so called "hot flows"
To sell to the snot-nosed, I'm not those
That ain't my lane, let me drive yo, now try to follow
Me as I follow, the Jesus seen in the Bible
Who's not a punk
The Jewish Messiah who only died once
Stared death in the face, ate it, then got up days later, like "Mary do not touch"
Met His peeps at the sea like "I got brunch"
I know you been sleeping on me
It's kinda lonely to lead a flock where nobody's going
And even heads who are with the vision ain't got it homie
I'm tempted to follow trends and do what somebody told me
But I ain't one of them shook one
A coward dies a thousand times, I'll follow the book son
Now hit em with the hook once
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