V1 (Nomis):
Shallow waters in the talent pool/
You rose up from a city where the odds were insurmountable/
Your bank is bountiful but now a town of fools are drowning/
In the life you preach but you refuse to be accountable/
This word power is no joke, with limited slow growth, and those defending it are known as feminine/
Well if you're seeing us as women then, the ending to your primitive ways today are seeming imminent/
Your team they benefit from a despicable arrangement/
Instead of taking blame you claim its "only entertainment"/
Only for the famous, look at the sum of it/
A mans responsible for self but yo we carry some of it/
A person with a platform is a leader, for the fact that he has one/
Your tracks show if you're a good or a bad one/
And I ain't saying you can't have fun/
But your biggest fan he aspires to the grams and just to have guns/

V2 (Jurny Big):
The puppet master in a three piece suit/
Keep strings on his fingers see what these things do/
You wiggle his index and then sex we're spilling/
Objectifying our daughters and mothers of our children/
The power lies in the hands of the puppeteer/
Because he shower mine with advance when I signed and made it clear/
That, as long as I'm selling and telling its my story/
I can embellish and relish in my glory/
And never mind the topic of my discussion/
My optic 'cause thats the substance that got the industry buzzing/
The sound, of the humming means money is coming in/
And thats the hymn that made "YOLO" an acronym/
But, the truth is we almost always 'gon lack immunity/
Long as we choose to sing off the backs of the black community/
Cracks in the arm is what children is getting taught/
And man if the karma ain't even give us a second thought/

V3 (Nomis):
These suit & ties got no conscience/
Taking young women and men who've got no constants/
And give them a pen, to show nonsense with no content/
Promote convicts so now Nomis gotta go conscious/
Its so common but bet that/
Later when arrested or they're laid to rest that labels gonna step back/
With no comment. Ain't getting help from no congress/
You get shot then little homie you die, this is no comic/
I want to go vomit, the truth is sickening/
For all of you thats listening, my words the antihistamine/
Misplace of the mystery/
1980s privatized prisons in the US homie you can check the history/
The signing of N.W.A., quite a coincidence/
Sentence my sentiment to pilate/
You're turning on the TV what is highlit? Then you act surprised/
Asking, "why all those black sell drugs and act violent?"/