[Intro]
Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie Sloth
If you had to put a percentage, of the industry right now, who's real and who's fake, how much would you say it's real and how much percentage, it's fake?
2%, real and 98% fake. Might be, might be a small percentage of it. Be you, just be you, everybody wants to be street, everybody wants to be (?), everybody wanna trap, everybody's so [?]

[Verse 1: Cadet]
Man I ain't felt so old in my life
Musically, man I always be a part of the trend
Met bare people doing music
Fake friends, I ain't really parring with them
Tune after tune but it ain't really hit
It feels like say mans sparring a friend
But still
I'm tryna keep it bars but it's a struggle
Tryna hear what they really saying bad man is so muggle
Some-some about dipping shit and some-some about whipping bricks
When then they talk some next bla-bla
Your boy they be on some different shit
I can't really fuck with
These riding wait for the part-time rappers (No!)
Fake-ass bando trap-trap-trappers
Fuck I ain't hear there's money in music
But don't respect the grime fuckboy rappers
Fuck it, I'll put a video on LinkUp
And then blow up man these stupid rappers
Made up oxies, deluded rappers (Oh!)
[Bridge: Cadet]
I'm tryna keep it bars I swear
That's quality control cus I care
Cus if Kendrick Lamar can do it
Then I wanna sound like him
Cus they say I done changed my sound to

[Chorus: Cadet]
Dem dem dem dem dem, yeah, (oh)
Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (get bitches)
Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (look at my ice)
Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin')

Gettin' money, gettin' money, yeah, (get money)
Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (I got bitches)
Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (icy)
Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin') x3

[Verse 2: Cadet]
Fuck that, I'ma bar til kingdom come
Roll up in my squad, tell them that the king done come
And tell them rappers suck a dick
Your wifey does it till the king den cum
I'm thinking bout me being president
Only way that the kid can run
Cus everybody thinking they the best
Then they start rappin' bout a check
Then they start rappin' bout the neck
Then they start rappin' bout a flex
Then they start rappin' with their chest
Right now he thinking he the best
Make it sound like they going in
Start rappin' like they out of breath (uh)
That's not my portion, I'mma be true to the game
Spittin's outdated but it's still close to my name
I want them to know that
If spittin' is old school, then I'm old school like a (fourfive?)
I was spittin in the hood like a cold tap
I rob a n***a money n***a never get his dough back
You see? (you see!?!?) closing
Punchlines and wordplay
All that shit that
Really made the game, the whole game in the first place
But man had something to say
Way before man had something to gain
Yeah, I'm Cadet, and I'mma be true to the name
Like I'mma be true to the game (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet)
I'm Cadet
[Bridge: Cadet]
I'm tryna keep it bars I swear
That's quality control cus I care
Cus if Kendrick Lamar can do it
Then I wanna sound like him
Cus they say I say done changed my sound to...

[Chorus: Cadet]
Dem dem dem dem dem, yeah, (oh)
Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (get bitches)
Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (look at my ice)
Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin')

Gettin' money, gettin' money, yeah, (get money)
Gettin' bitches, gettin' bitches, yeah, (I got bitches)
Gettin' jewelry, gettin' jewelry, yeah, (icy)
Lemme flex, lemme flex, yeah, (flexin') x3