(Yuh, yeah… uh)

Phone buzzin’ like a slot machine, jackpot feed (buzz, buzz)

But I don’t count tokens, I just roll a lot of weed (roll it)

Numbers on the screen never need to breathe (nah)

I’m in love with the craft, not the hearts you leave (facts)

They addicted to applause like a nicotine fix (fiend)

Panhandlin’ for attention: “please validate this” (please)

But I’m stone like a mountain in a storm, unbent (calm)

While the beat knock hard like it’s owin’ me rent (pay up)

Tap or don’t tap, man, the blunt still lit (smoke)

I don’t care if you whine and bitch, I’m just carvin’ my niche (carve)

Half of y’all chase attention like a neglected little kid (look at me)

I just ghostwrite hits for the real one’s catcher’s mitt, while the rest just swing and miss (Strike!)

(Yeah, yeah)

Like it? cool. Don’t? cool.

Play it? cool. Scroll? cool.

Comment? cool. Ghost? cool.

I don’t care, I’m, just, makin’, tunes for me and my crew to listen to. (woo, woo)

See, I been seasoned with the smoke, I don’t chase validation (nah)

Every verse therapeutic, this my medication (facts)

They just cry for the crowd, that’s a weak foundation (cryin’)

While I’m just craftin’ every line like a brick in the basement (stack)

My ambition never came from the statistics they flaunt (never)

Had to sharpen up my skillz till it cut when it taunt (slice)

It’s the art, not the charts, that’s the hill I want (yeah)

When I die, leave a legacy, not “likes” they flaunt (real)

(Yeah, yeah)

Like it? cool. Don’t? cool.

Play it? cool. Scroll? cool.

Comment? cool. Ghost? cool.

I don’t care, I’m makin’ tunes, while y’all keep actin’ like fools. (woo, woo)

They obsessed with attention, I’m allergic to the gimmicks, every minute that they beggin’ is a minute I’m winnin’ (true)

I been scribblin’ in the kitchen, hittin’ written’s like a piston, when the tempo start shiftin’, you can feel the transmission (switch)

Let ‘em cry for the likes, I’m on my own mission, paintin’ pictures that are vivid, with a lifelong vision.

I’m the wreckin’ ball to your songs, every flow demolition, I don’t care ‘bout the chatter, I’m immune cuz I never listen (nah)

See the culture’s in the hands of the ones who scroll (scroll)

But the crown sometimes lands on the unknown whose story’s untold (who dat?)

I been smashin’ every beat since hip-hop was gold,

Since cassettes were bought and sold (vets)

And the only validation that I need is in my own soul (facts)

(Cool, cool, cool, cool)

Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care (nah, nah)

(Cool, cool, cool, cool)

Scroll past, scroll past, who cares? (who cares?)

Got ‘em cryin’ for a heart like the Tin Man (wah!)

Scarecrow with no brain, you can’t stick to the plan (dummy)

Click your heels three times, still stuck in the spam (lost)

I’m the wizard pullin’ curtains, you exposed to the fam (shame)

While I’m cuttin’ every line like Tony Montana’s bare hand (dope)

I’m a busy man, I ain’t got time to comment on all five of your tracks daily when they land (nope)

If I hit like, that means I listened, if that ain’t enough then stay mad (real)

I seen legends die broke but their records still breathe (facts)

Meanwhile clout-chasers fade in a week, they leave (poof)

I don’t beg for your clicks, I just sow my own seeds (plant)

And the fruit of the tree always feeds my grown needs (eat)

(Yeah, yeah)

Like it? cool. Don’t? cool.

Play it? cool. Write a novel? cool.

Comment? cool. Unfollow? cool.

I don’t care, I’m makin’ tunes. (woo, woo)

Back when I was broke with a pen and a pad (pad)

Had no crowd, no comments, no streams, no cash (none)

But the hunger in my gut had me payin’ attention in class (facts)

Now the flows hit harder than when “Hulk smash!” (boom)

And I never gave a damn ‘bout the praise they chase (never)

‘Cause the praise disappear when the fake weights deflate (gone)

But the songs that I craft, they engrave my fate (carved)

Even death can’t erase what my pen creates (immortal)

So cry if you want, keep beggin’ for the screen (cry)

I’mma still roll smoke, still puffin’ that green (Smoke! Smoke!)

Likes or not, I got life in the ink (life)

That’s the vibe, that’s the crown, that’s the whole damn thing (facts)

(Yeah, yeah)

Like it? cool. Don’t? cool.

Play it? cool. Scroll? cool.

Comment? cool. Ghost? cool.

I don’t care, I’m makin’ tunes. (woo, woo)

(Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool)

I don’t care, I’m makin’ tunes…