Rag$

Ha
Virus Syndicate
Huh
Hi

It's about money and power
Reality TV fame
The party goes for hours
Sniff some good cocaine
They overdose on powder
From pushin' it in their veins
If you don't know about it
This music shit's insane

Man, I came in the game with a bang
Boss like a battering ram
Empty the magazine out on the counter

Stackin' the cash in the back of the van
I was ready with a mask and a map and a plan

Tryna do shit fast, big stash in the van

Givin' it the past, so I'm blastin' the music
Fuck cheap fame, no flash in the pan
Young Nick, I wanna outlaw
Then kicked out doors
Toed in bin bags out in the rain
Lookin' at the ounce of a similar amount
Tryna get a little money, tryna get a little change
Real life music, paintin' pictures
Lacing scriptures, shit that rips ya

Heart's a bitch, you bitches fix up
Ain't no god here waitin' with ya
Gunshots in a petrol station forecourt
Back in December, shit got strange
I wasn't on tour then, just hella younger

Lucky them bullets was out of range

They say age ain't nothin' but a number

When your friend dies when he's just 16
And the world ain't nothin' but a wonder

Apart from the lies on your TV screen

And I can't see through the fog
The thug life don't work here
Turn the knob, I get movin', cruisin', work a job
I roll out here, no fear, word to God
And it's 'cause I got one shot, not that, feel the burn
I don't drop that, patient, wait your turn
I'm a virus lurking, spread the germ
With a name every motherfucker begs to work

Fuck a couple Jesus pieces
They don't mean feces
My fuckin' freezin' cold heart's in real need of some bleedin'
I feel my ego is peakin'

The smoke and mirrors deceivin'
I got some fame from this music
Now these bitches are leechin'
I'm goin' evil this evenin'
And bein' peach for no reason
I'm feedin' beef to a vegan
And thinkin', "Fuck it, I've eaten"

I tell them rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags
Rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags
Rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags
Rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags

I came in the game with a boom
Made 'em a tune for the rave and I gave 'em a spoon

I'm takin' the food
J's in the room and I'm makin' a move
And I hate to be rude
But one punchline, this dude can't taste any food
I'll make you shake in your boots, start makin' a noose
While I start wakin' the troops

The game's fucked and I know no answer

Another soul from a go-go dancer
Tryna get close to the DJ, givin' him a BJ
Never got a phone call after
So I'm sniffin' up a line of the white
Then get another guy for the night
She only came for the fame and the name and the hype

Fuck that, I say what I like
When I blaze on the mic, I'm a beast
Another lost soul sucked into the beats
Another young girl kicked out on the streets
Another sick rave for the rest of the peeps
And the cycle repeats
Get lost in the matrix

DJs get lost in the fake tits
While we sit back in a front row seat
With a pen and a pad and make hits

This city's full of blaggers and daggers
Ready to grab us and stab us
I put them all under manners
I know that some understand us
A lot of fakers, that's fakin'
I see a space that is vacant
I'm gonna take it
The cycle, I'll fuckin' break it

It's about money and power
Reality TV fame
The party goes for hours
Sniff some good cocaine
They overdose on powder
From pushin' it in their veins
If you don't know about it
This music shit's insane

I tell them rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags
Rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags
Rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags
Rags, toss it, rags, toss it
Rags, toss it, rags