[Intro]

Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie Sloth

If you had to put a percentage, of the industry right now, who's real and who's fake, how much would you say it's real and how much percentage, it's fake?

2%, real and 98% fake. Might be, might be a small percentage of it. Be you, just be you, everybody wants to be street, everybody wants to be (?), everybody wanna trap, everybody's so [?]



[Verse 1: Cadet]

Man I ain't felt so old in my life

Musically, man I always be a part of the trend

Met bare people doing music

Fake friends, I ain't really parring with them

Tune after tune but it ain't really hit

It feels like say mans sparring a friend

But still

I'm tryna keep it bars but it's a struggle

Tryna hear what they really saying bad man is so muggle

Some-some about dipping shit and some-some about whipping bricks

When then they talk some next bla-bla

Your boy they be on some different shit

I can't really fuck with

These riding wait for the part-time rappers (No!)

Fake-ass bando trap-trap-trappers

Fuck I ain't hear there's money in music

But don't respect the grime fuckboy rappers

Fuck it, I'll put a video on LinkUp

And then blow up man these stupid rappers

Made up oxies, deluded rappers (Oh!)



[Bridge: Cadet]

I'm tryna keep it bars I swear

That's quality control cus I care

Cus if Kendrick Lamar can do it

Then I wanna sound like him

Cus they say I done changed my sound to



[Chorus: Cadet]

Dem dem dem dem dem, yeah, (oh)

Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (get bitches)

Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (look at my ice)

Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin')



Gettin' money, gettin' money, yeah, (get money)

Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (I got bitches)

Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (icy)

Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin') x3



[Verse 2: Cadet]

Fuck that, I'ma bar til kingdom come

Roll up in my squad, tell them that the king done come

And tell them rappers suck a dick

Your wifey does it till the king den cum

I'm thinking bout me being president

Only way that the kid can run

Cus everybody thinking they the best

Then they start rappin' bout a check

Then they start rappin' bout the neck

Then they start rappin' bout a flex

Then they start rappin' with their chest

Right now he thinking he the best

Make it sound like they going in

Start rappin' like they out of breath (uh)

That's not my portion, I'mma be true to the game

Spittin's outdated but it's still close to my name

I want them to know that

If spittin' is old school, then I'm old school like a (fourfive?)

I was spittin in the hood like a cold tap

I rob a nigga money nigga never get his dough back

You see? (you see!?!?) closing

Punchlines and wordplay

All that shit that

Really made the game, the whole game in the first place

But man had something to say

Way before man had something to gain

Yeah, I'm Cadet, and I'mma be true to the name

Like I'mma be true to the game (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet)

I'm Cadet



[Bridge: Cadet]

I'm tryna keep it bars I swear

That's quality control cus I care

Cus if Kendrick Lamar can do it

Then I wanna sound like him

Cus they say I say done changed my sound to...



[Chorus: Cadet]

Dem dem dem dem dem, yeah, (oh)

Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (get bitches)

Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (look at my ice)

Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin')



Gettin' money, gettin' money, yeah, (get money)

Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (I got bitches)

Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (icy)

Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin') x3