[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
Yeah, I'm a rapper, but I'm losin' my respect for the genre
How many songs about Xanax and alcohol are we droppin'?
How many kids we gonna kill 'fore we admit it's a problem?
Probably stop if it was one of our sons or one of our daughters
We know our demographic is primarily youth
We glorify breakin' the law to children in school
Kids copy what we say and imitate what we do
They'll go to jail for doin' the things you told 'em was cool
We put women in our videos, exploiting their bodies
While little girls around the world grab they phone and they watch it
They need a realistic role model, not just a Barbie
They see strippers and escorts but no lawyers or doctors
Hey hip-hop, what the hell happened?
It was power to the people and we liked that stuff
These days you're promoting that's it's fun to be an addict
So I'm askin', how could y'all write that, bruh?

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Dax]
You can blame the rappers that you blow up
But your favorite songs are 'bout doin' drugs
So what happens after these kids grow up?
And who's to blame for who they've become?
They made it look so cool to shoot those guns
And hate the cops and to get too drunk
You can't blame the rappers when you show up
And love the songs that make you dumb
You can't blame the rappers
[Verse 2: Dax]
Makin' music is a privilege and choice
And if you ever get to be successful you must understand
The people that you influence are swayed by what you say
And that melodies and you sing make wings, build dreams, and fill voids
We are medication straight through voice
Some give life and some destroy
And even though this money seems nice, it can't come
So we must take that as a hint that there's other things in life you should enjoy
We move mountains, we cross states
We play roles in presidential debates
So don't you try and tell me makin' music is for fun
And you don't care about the things that our music helped make
Man, I know I'm not perfect, but I'll change
I'm the outcome of this world's and my pain
And this music is pills and I promise this dose that you take
Won't make you say

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Dax]
You can blame the rappers that you blow up
But your favorite songs are 'bout doin' drugs
So what happens after these kids grow up?
And who's to blame for who they've become?
They made it look so cool to shoot those guns
And hate the cops and to get too drunk
You can't blame the rappers when you show up
And love the songs that make you dumb
You can't blame the rappers
[Verse 3: Tom MacDonald]
Yeah, I'm a rapper, but I swear that I'm embarrassed
Half of these artists can't even talk, they just mumble their lyrics
And the teenagers listen while they rebel from their parents
While the rappers tell 'em pop a pill, buy Gucci and wear it
They say screw the police, break the rules, smoke weed
Buy some shoes you don't need, rep the hood and your street
All these rappers holdin' guns and now the kids want some
Mess around and kill they homie, you can't clean that blood
We encourage bein' stupid with our music
And we're normalizing poor moral standards while we do it
Little boys see the way that women look in our videos
And assume it's real life, project that image on little girls
It's unrealistic, if you're young and you listen
You are one in a million, you are loved, you are different
Hey hip-hop, I know life moves on
But while I'm here, how could you write that, dawg?

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Dax]
You can blame the rappers that you blow up
But your favorite songs are 'bout doin' drugs
So what happens after these kids grow up?
And who's to blame for who they've become?
They made it look so cool to shoot those guns
And hate the cops and to get too drunk
You can't blame the rappers when you show up
And love the songs that make you dumb
You can't blame the rappers
[Bridge: Tom MacDonald]
Dollar bills and poppin' pills like party songs
It's not cool in real life
Cheap thrills and goin' 'til the mornin' comes
See what that feels like

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald & Dax]
You can blame the rappers that you blow up
But your favorite songs are 'bout doin' drugs
So what happens after these kids grow up?
And who's to blame for who they've become?
They made it look so cool to shoot those guns
And hate the cops and to get too drunk
You can't blame the rappers when you show up
And love the songs that make you dumb
You can't blame the rappers