Would you that? If you that? TV the radio TV the radio
Let's get it, what if they told you this music was The run it, they controllin' the culture Would you believe that? If you read Yeah, what if they told you the iPhone was see all of your browsin' and know you be in your apps And Twitter and Instagram is really like men And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying if they said Obama was in a raid He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear Would you believe that? impeach that, look How bout they tell you you if you ain't voting? So now you go put one in and relying off emotion and believe that You you do wit' your weak ass What if they make a list? you what is dope you was it, but never let they mother jump Pardon the flow but controlling many souls I there's niggas that's molded by television shows Opinion sold but stay null and void A little gossip make little people feel more So don't believe them, how they it for the allure A lot of bullets are prodigal to the
I turn down the just to turn the TV on (on, on) I live my whole life in stereo, singing my own song (song, song) As it into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up) As it flows into my vein (wake up, up wake up)
TV killed the TV the radio TV the radio And then the internet the television throat And the world model fell up out the orbit And for that a rapper is now behind his mortgage And 'notha the rappers visit shawty, shawty be goin' And everybody be at him, he doesn't know it 'Cause he believed her, thought he couldn't be G'd by such a girl (News flash, flash, it's a cruel world) (And no one's too to lose it on to a girl uh) if they told you your chick was a grouupie You know, a ho, the type that be choosin' You play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up her you'll holler at us and get in and go and lose it
TV the radio TV the radio TV fuck it, And then the internet the television throat
But not before I birth to several episodes Our generation is cursed, we got too many We just believe they gon' repeat what we was And that bullets are prodigal to the gullible
I down the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on) I live my whole life in stereo, always my own song (song, song) As it flows my vein (wake up, wake up wake up) As it into my vein
I'd to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight Mrs Reese, I see you in the baby, oh yea Oh to the slutty boys to You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, Dallas Two bitches, two bitches, I good right now I just want to talk to my people without Unbelievable, get down!