[Verse 1: PUREMAE]
No Louis Vuitton, Awesome & Pistol
A kid who wanted to be a rapper, fuck you dissolve
Bouncing every day on top of KRK
AIA Insurance's top priority black man
Kids trying to pronounce again, what
I get the swervin’ a war, yet still turn off the phone
Yeah, I'm a joke, and on top of that, an unknown
The flow is obvious, but you can't follow it
[Chorus: PUREMAE]
I don’t wanna be a rapstar
Rapping hasn't been cool for a long time
Even my mom knows that now
More than half of the kids doing hip-hop are drug lords
I don't wanna be a popstar
Everyone knows you'll starve if you do music
Even my girlfriend tries to stop me now
More than half of the kids doing music are at the bottom
[Verse 2: Ja Mezz]
A college student who wanted to be a rapper
The only thing I have is Seoul, but my dream is Manhattan
Addicted to the dream that's eating me away, fentanyl
Just took a walk for the third lap
Epiphany, LOVE, money finds us next
When I say that, I feel some unknown coolness
There's as much money as I need, even when I don't have it
Millionaire hero state of mind, I'm Iron Man
Who says you’ll starve if you do music
Anachronistic thinking, they say I missed the era
Business school graduate, still riding the beat
In front of kids anxious about numbers, I’m timeless
The wannabe of young artists
Is my wannabe, the direction to move forward is one way
I'm from the bottom anyway, from below to above
This is like rewriting my resume, my intro