Salem Witch Trails (Freestyle)

Bye-bye
Ah (never too different)
Uh-uh (nev-never too-too)
(houston, we have a problem)
Never too different
Ah-hah, T (go get them, kid)
Uh

That rapper tryna be friends again
After he saw my numbers moving
Fuck a feature, I'd rather give
That pussy my mommas tumor
Massachusetts best, I'm going to pop
I look like Marky Mark
That rapper used to be more popping than me
I can tell he's going broke
By how he film his videos in his apartment parts
He only use one angle
I wish we could have a heart to heart
And he could tell me paying for his features
Didn't really serve
And I could tell him grown facial hair
Won't make your image work

Swerve, swerve in the whip
These rappers turn 30 and dip
I heard those birds chirp at the crib
Woke up and worked, worked like a bitch
Why would you think one platinum single
Makes you worth more to the kids?
Why would you sign to that rapper
Knowing we all know you're a worst version of him?

The universe work like a bitch
I'm seeing signs everywhere I go
I had to learn first, but it clicked
It was a sign when Sam died
I had to mature further than him
It was a sign I used to wear that rapper's Merch
'Cause the second that he fell off
I found that Merch, put on the shirt first, but it ripped
It was like God was telling me
Fuck him, It's your turn in this bitch
It's finally my time in this bitch
Numbers don't lie, lie in this bitch

They used to clown me for my Jewish nose
And that was another sign I can admit
Big nose, now all I read is comments
Wondering how many white lines that it fit
But I take it as a compliment
How hard that I've been going
I mean, goddamn, you must be on some shit

Rappers think they're Russ the second
That they're labeled drop them then
They brag 'bout independence
Like they even had an option with it
These rappers don't got nothing to say no more
And rappers who do not got nothing to say no more
They starting rapping about politics
Or they start reviewing your music for about $20, shit

Shit, here's a message to the fans
I say this as a friend who wants to see you stacks some bands
Do not pay a rapper who fell off
To teach you how to not fall off
I promise y'all it's a scam
They dropped the ball and lost their chance
But that's the plan
Make an audience relate to you
Then milk them however the fuck you can

It's a big turn of the tables
How'd these proud, independent rappers
End up taking advantage of you way worse than the label?
They said rapping well will never stream
I just did 10 mil' this week
Don't tell me what's working no more

For years, they told me being white
And trying to rap the best was corny
But the ones who told me that were
White executives in their 40s
Growing up, I deeply knew that rap
Was not created for me
Only way to make it right
Was try to become better shortly
Knowing that I don't belong here
Made me work harder to find belonging
Working less and getting more
Sound like privileged white involvement
Could never be me

Never too different team
That mean fuck you and I stand on what makes me me
You thought I'd get my numbers up and shut the fuck up?
That's not what legends do
Album coming soon, I wish the best for you
And for the rest of you, here's the advice the fall off taught
Drop the song your manager told you not to drop
And don't let anyone tell you that it's over
Don't compare, just stop and watch
'Cause all these rappers pop then drop
We just gotta let God do God