[Verse 1]
Take a look around you. You got some company
There not from your family, they don't love thee
The thee is you, by the way
How much hate can you take?
Maybe not a lot, maybe just a little
When i'm spittin' these bars you better not giggle
I've got more funk then the sky gots stars
I've got more rhymes then Lil Pump got bars
You wanna hate but you can't do it any more!
Stress has overtaken you. Bow to the floor
It'll be your friend, it will be the only one
Let me know if it's fun
I'm the midwesta, rhyme protector
The Vocal Avenger, Funk Collector

[Chorus]
You gonna get played!
You gonna get played!
You gonna get played!
You gonna get played!

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
Think about your life choices, were they thought of well?
If you think i'm bad you best hide in a shell
My bars are just gonna break it though
When a brotha hears my rhymes they want more
Like some dough. Some girl with a money hungry
Mind! I'll tell you what they ain't kind
Why do you people look for them they don't care about a loser
I don't care about them, brotha!

[Chorus]
You gonna get played!
You gonna get played!
You gonna get played!
You gonna get played!

[Interlude]