Where′d all these suicidal sad rappers come from?

They showed up with those mumble rapper dum-dums

They've been preying on people with mental illnessAnd pretending to relate to get paid and create a business

They claim to be anxious, say they′re depressed

They're faking it to gain something in common with some fans for a check

It's over-diagnosed, so it′s becoming a trend

To say you′re crazy or insane or that you're sick in the head

They romanticize the mental pain we′re barely surviving

And then they glorify the men and women losing their lives

I'm talking Cobain, Lil Peep, Winehouse, Jackson, Williams, Cornell, Bennington

Imagine all the icons that we buried probably turning in their grave

So they could witness how this sickness getting used to get paid

These rappers fabricating symptoms for fame

Their mental illness is the money on their mind, it started rotting their brains, yeah

Y′all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it′s pain, talking tears, taking pills

Y'all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y′all guys don′t know how we feel

Y'all ain′t real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah

Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah

People die from depression, these rappers cry for attention

And it′s in every single genre you could possibly mention

From pop to electronic, to rock, to indie, to grunge

They're tryna hook you into using the music like it′s a drug

Get you addicted to artists they manufactured to target

All of the people in therapy tryna deal with their hardships

Crafted and marketed 'till they had you convinced

That if you follow that person, they make you fine in your skin

They ain't really tryna help you, they don′t wanna make you better

It′s a lie they're tryna sell you so you always buy their records

If you wanna know the truth, they want you strugglin′ forever

So you look to them for answers with your Visa or your debit

It's like the record labels working for pharma

They made anxiety trendy by using popular artists

Then use the rappers to promote prescription pills to their audience

They created the problem to sell you pills that would solve ′em, it's brilliant

Y′all ain't real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills

Y′all ain′t real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y'all guys don′t know how we feel

Y'all ain′t real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah

Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah

Exploiting our problems to benefit

They just wanna get paid

I spend all my money on medicine

Spend all your money on chains

Y′all just exploiting the misery

Popping Xannies to fade

Well, I'm throwing ones into therapy

'Cause all I know is rain

Y′all ain′t real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills

Y′all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y′all guys don't know how we feel

Y′all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah

Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah

Y′all ain′t real from the chains to the gear to the grills, now it's pain, talking tears, taking pills

Y′all ain't real, I can see it in your eyes, all lies, y′all guys don't know how we feel

Y′all ain't real enough to deal with us, to feel the love, nah-nah-nah-nah

Y'all just make-believe, you claim to be the same as me, nah-nah-nah-nah