You know, sometimes we gotta talk to, talk to hip-hop
What happened to you? What happened to hip-hop, man
Yo, why you treat me like that? You don't need me like that
Always wanna FaceTime, you don't see me like that

Kinda messin' up my mind, yeah, you keep me like that
Letter after letter, you feel its no need to write back
I need to type that, wanna hold me down
We can get fly to death like Kobe now

You can't show me how, you so classy
The hotel ex, did he beat it up like Cassie
She got the stuff to shock a con
I feel for you, she go on drills for you

She listen to durk, she don't listen to me
I'm too positive, gain wisdom from the type of advice that Nas would give
I'm more like a Cosby kid, but opposites attract
She the type to get her body did, yeah

That's all facts, I think I should fall back
On second thought, I'm crazy, I can't wait till you call back
I love you, hip-hop
I can't let you go down the drain like this

Yeah
Yo, have you ever auditioned for a mortician
Just know the kiss of death don't involve more kissin
I'm off the porch with it, yeah, different kind of mindset

A barber cut for granddad, that's where I draw the line at
Why I ain't signed yet, or in C A
And why most of these deals come with an N-D-A
This game childish, it's kinda just like pre-K

I'm tryna be like Dolph when he made pre-Ks
I ain't Andre 3K, makin' a flute album
Or on a panel debatin', tryna dispute albums
My track list consists of some black-ish, I rap slick

Kanye in the mega-hat, I'm not the one to cap-wit
Make America grieve again, that's more like it
Extraterrestrials everywhere, it's more sightings
These kids watchin' BET for Glorilla

If I could BET, I'd show you my Glow realer
Home, home, home
Hip-hop is home
I'm the E.T. of this shit, man

I'm takin' y'all home
Yeah
Max, they don't wanna hear this positive shit
They want killin', they want drugs

They want sex, lots of sex
They want toxicity, no one cares about hip-hop
No one wants to get well, hello
Hey