[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
New York ain't dead
It came back to life in the apocalypse
I done seen too much by fourteen to be an optimist
'Round Late Registration's drop, I learned about Consequence
Before shit mellowed out, I saw a few Mardy Collinses
Compliment? Bitch, I got accomplishments
You can't get switched on if you don't got accomplices
Everybody on the fence got pushed the fuck off the shit
So brace yourself before you lost your wrist, you little, cocky bitch
I make the workin' man high art
Some 'round me was in silence, so I broke down my circle like a pie chart
They only tough on radio, yeah, that's that iHeart
When the swag too try-hard, that's that he-a-lie mark
They ride waves, I catch sails on the penmanship
Only time I'm overboard's listenin' to their shit
Piratin' the flows, tide rise, you get exposed
Little diamonds in your Rolls
Say you enterprise and get sold
'Cause you rent the shit
Homie, I'm the excrement
Stick your lil' chests and turn a pest to a pessimist
I don't care if I'm meant for this, it's what I'm doin'
Every marriage I seen was toxic
Me and the game just another union
Who, him? I feel like laughin'
They feel like captions, I feel like passion
What you do for that hood you rep? I feel like askin'
I mean, like, action, now you just cash in
On a lifestyle that you never lived
And you don't hand nothin' back
Like it's third down in a shotgun set you in
Who you help?
You could be the TikTok star that you are
But when that clock stop, oh, boy
[Chorus]
This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch, I'm Hans Zimmer
AmeriKKKa, everyone won't be a winner
This that feelin' like when the train stuck between stops
And you pick the wrong car 'cause you think you see a opp
Tried to rob me for my Murm when I had North Face money
Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry

[Verse 2]
Comin' to you live from where the world burns and they don’t give a mother-fuck
Where we applaud runner-ups
'Cause you'd rather be rich people's assistants than to bet on yourself, so even the runner up
All the money's at the top, but they don't hear me
Concentration of wealth, monstrous hatred of self
Propagatin' with selves at all costs to the state of health
Thoughts have decayed as well
Trains of thought out of order, we lost the way to ourselves
Take a good look at you, like
What DNA you got locked away in your cells?
Slaveowners is doin' life in your bloodstream
How you gon' come clean if you ain't seein' the dirt up under your nails?
Act like we ask for too much
Your reality's a dumb dream, so don't lump me with a flavor of the month
Bitch, I'm a staple
I'll starve 'fore I take a seat at your fabled table
If they ain't able, they label
If they can't label, they hate you
I respond like, "Why, thank you"
Grateful
Don't think 'cause I'm tryna go gluten-free that I won't come for your bread
Make your fans my fans and straight come for your head
They get intimidated, I get to be who I really am
And for this comfort, I bled
So you gonna respect
[Chorus]
This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch, I'm Hans Zimmer
AmeriKKKa, everyone won't be a winner
This that feelin' like when the train stuck between stops
And you pick the wrong car 'cause you think you see a opp
Tried to rob me for my Murm when I had North Face money
Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry