Yeah, yeah, I′m rapper but I'm losing my respect for the genre

How many songs about Xanax and alcohol are we dropping?

How many kids we gonna kill ′for we admit it's a problem?Probably stop if was one of our sons or one of our daughters

We know our demographic is primarily youth

We glorify breaking the law to children in school

Kids copy what we say and imitate what we do

They'll go to jail for doing the things you told ′em was cool

We put women in our videos, exploiting their bodies

While little girls around the world

Grab their phone and they watch it

They need a realistic role model, not just a Barbie

They see strippers and escorts but no lawyers or doctors

Hey Hip-Hop, what the hell happened?

It was power to the people, and we liked that stuff

These days you′re promoting thats it's fun to be an addict

So I′m askin, how could y'all write that bruh?

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So what happens after

These kids grow up?

And who′s to blame for who they've become?

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can′t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

You can't blame the rappers

Making music is a privilege and achoice and if you ever get to be successful

You must understand the people that you influence are

Swayed by what you say and that melodies you sing

Make wings, build dreams, and fill voids

We are medication straight through

Voice, some give life, and some destroy

And even though this money seems nice it can't come so we must

Take that as hint that there′s other things in life you should enjoy

We move mountains

We cross states

We play roles in presidential debates

So don′t you try and tell me making music is for fun and

You don't care about the things that our music help make

Man I know I′m not perfect

But I'll change

I′m the outcome of this world and my pain

And this music is pills and I promise

This dose that you take won't make you say

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So what happens after

These kids grow up?

And who′s to blame for who they've become?

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can't blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

You can′t blame the rappers

Yeah, I′m a rapper but I swear that I'm embarrassed

Half of these artists can′t even talk, they just mumble the lyrics

And the teenagers listen while they rebel from their parents

While the rappers tell 'em pop a pill, buy Gucci and wear it

They say screw the police, break the rules, smoke weed

Buy some shoes you don′t need, rep the hood and yo street

All these rappers holdin' guns and now the kids want some

Mess around and kill they homie, you can′t clean that blood

We encourage being stupid with our music

And we're normalizing poor morals standards while do it

Little boys see the way that women look in our videos

And assume it's real-life, project that image on little girls

It′s un-realistic, if you′re young and you listen

You are one in a million, you are loved, you are different

Hey Hip-Hop, I know life moves on

But while I'm here, how could you write that, dawg?

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So what happens after

These kids grow up?

And who′s to blame for who they've become?

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can′t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

You can't blame the rappers

Dollar bills and poppin′ pulls like party songs

It's not cool in real life

Cheap thrills and goin' ′til the morning comes

See what that feels like

You can blame the rappers

That you blow up

But your favourite songs are about doing drugs

So what happens after

These kids grow up?

And who′s to blame for who they've become?

They made it look so cool

To shoot those guns

And hate the cops

And to get too drunk

You can′t blame the rappers

When you show up

And love the songs

That make you dumb

You can't blame the rappers