Album: Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers (2022)
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  • Hello, new world, all the boys and girls
    I got some true stories to tell
    You're back outside, but they still lied
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh (yeah)

    Take off the foo-foo
    Take off the clout chase
    Take off the Wi-Fi
    Take off the money phone
    Take off the car loan
    Take off the flex and the white lies
    Take off the weird-ass jewelry
    I'ma take ten steps
    Then I'm takin' off top five
    Take off them fabricated streams
    And them microwave memes
    It's a real world outside (take that shit off)
    Take off your idols
    Take off the runway
    I take off to Cairo (take that shit off)
    Take off to Saint-Tropez
    Five day stay, take a quarter mil'
    Hell, if I know (take that shit off)
    Take off the false flag
    Take off perception
    Take off the cop with the eye patch (take that shit off)
    Take off the unloyal
    Take off the unsure
    Take off decisions I lack (take it off)
    Take off the fake deep
    Take off the fake woke
    Take off the I'm broke, I care (take it off)
    Take off the gossip
    Take off the new logic, that if I'm rich, I'm rare (take it off)
    Take off the Chanel
    Take off the Dolce
    Take off the Birkin bag (take it off)
    Take all that designer bullshit off
    And what do you have? (Bitch)

    Huh, huh, uh, you ugly as fuck
    (You out of pocket)
    Huh, two ATMs (hah, hah, hah, hah)
    You steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
    Who you think they talk 'bout?
    Talk about us (you out of pocket, shoot, shoot, shoot)
    Who you think they copy off? (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
    Copy off us (get back in pocket)

    The world in a panic
    The women is stranded
    The men on a run
    The prophets abandoned
    The Lord take advantage
    The market is crashin'
    The industry wants
    Niggas and bitches to sleep in a box
    While they makin' a mockery followin' us
    This ain't Monopoly
    Watchin' for love
    This ain't monogamy
    Y'all gettin' fucked
    Jumpin' on what the hell is that?
    I gotta relax when I feel (huh, facts)
    All of my descendants
    They come in my sleep and say I am too real (huh, facts)
    I'm done with the sensitive takin' it personal
    Done with the black and the white
    The wrong and the right
    You hopin' for change and clericals
    I know the feelings that came with burial's cries (bitch)

    Huh, huh, uh, you ugly as fuck
    (You out of pocket)
    Huh, two ATMs (hah, hah, hah, hah)
    You steppin' or what? (You out of pocket, huh)
    Who you think they talk 'bout?
    Talk about us (you out of pocket, shoot, shoot, shoot)
    Who you think they copy off?
    Copy off us (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

    Servin' up a look, dancin' in the drought
    Hello to the big stepper, never losin' count
    Ventin' in the safe house, ventin' in the sa-, ahh

    Can I vent all my truth?
    I got nothin' to lose
    I got problems and pools
    I can swim in my faith
    Camera's movin' whenever I'm movin'
    The family suin' whatever I make
    Murder is stackin', the president actin'
    The government taxin' my funds in the bank
    Homies attractin' the feds
    When I'm brackin', look at my reaction
    My pupils on skates (hold up, hold up)
    Let's think about this for a second (let's go)
    Tell me what you would do for aesthetic (let's go)
    Would you sell your soul on credit? (Let's go)
    Would you sell your bro for leverage? (Let's go)
    Where the hypocrites at?
    What community feel
    They the only ones relevant? (Let's go)
    Where the hypocrites at?
    What community feel
    They the only ones relevant? (Let's go)

    (Huh, uh, huh)
    You outta pocket, yeah, you outta pocket (this shit hard)
    You entertain the mediocre, need to stop it (this shit hard)
    You entertainin' old friends when they toxic (this shit hard)
    What's your life like? Bullshit and gossip (this shit hard)

    What the fuck is cancel culture, dawg?
    Say what I want about you niggas
    I'm like Oprah, dawg
    I treat you crackers like I'm Jigga, watch
    I own it all
    Oh, you worried 'bout a critic?
    That ain't protocol (bitch) Writer/s: Hykeem Carter, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, M. Spears, Matthew Samuels, Sam Dew
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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