Don't Fall For It

de Russ

Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it

Postin' drugs all the time
Don't fall for it
Postin' guns all the time
Don't fall for it
Postin' money all the time
Don't fall for it
Don't fall for it
Postin' drugs all the time
Don't fall for it
Postin' guns all the time
Don't fall for it
Postin' money all the time
Don't fall for it
Don't fall for it (yeah, yeah)

Promotin' lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
Do what a I say, not as I do type artist
Y'all are locus, poisonin' the youth for clicks
What's your addiction got to do with always postin' it?
Smilin', playin' games, makin' skits, makin' jokes wit it
But you can't say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin' it
Y'all just the grams' drug abusers and how-to's, y'all condonin' it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin' it?
Now I won't say that you're facadin' the pain
But you definitely postin' drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, but not me
You raisin' the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that's not the very promisin' you
You hate the truth, that's why the truth is botherin' you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?

Lotta rappers tellin' on themselves for likes, it's a gimmick
You don't use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin' triggers, you don't post guns
'Cause you know they'll use that image to take your from home, Umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin' posts, braggin' 'bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it'll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin' you
'Cause you ain't scarin' no one grown, and no one true
This ain't news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin' up the code, uh
The only thing y'all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid's favorite rapper is a wrestler

Lotta rapers are broke, flyin' coach and be postin'
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin' twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals 'cause these lawyers talk
You ain't a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y'all in royalty splits, 'cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that's signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They 'gon eat and give you what's left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don't own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y'all don't tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin'
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin'