[Verse 1] You know.... For all the rappers and gamers and players And lyrical miracle writers and slayers For all the whimsical words and smart sayings And literal hype built off of anger. I have not once seen a rapper. Pull the rabbit out of mad hatters hat. Not for a trick or a score or a click. Not even for a goal or three. But they tip their hat like they are the baddest they see. ... You ever wonder. Why they mean? ... You ever wonder. Why they mean? [Verse 2] Like why they so mean. Why be obscene? Can't they be clean and say what they mean? I mean being mean can work if you enjoy being a jerk but being angry can work like a rapper being a clerk. It don't work. They just lurk. They hire girls to twirk. They mascaraed for fans. They pass by they friends. They lack all they can. Polishing the spite they hype within. [Verse 3] So Forget em. Fogot em. Forgottun. Never stay far from the bottom. Praising the money that got em. Trying to play the victim. I say forget em or leave em. They got nobody to believe in. They got no dream to dream in but they think you all dream them. but they all be dreamin. They all be dreamin. [Verse 2] Like why they so mean. Why be obscene? Can't they be clean and say what they mean? I mean being mean can work if you enjoy being a jerk but being angry can work like a rapper being a clerk. It don't work. They just lurk-ugh. They hire girls to twirk. They mascarack for fans. They pass by they friends. They lack all they can. Polishing the spite they hype within. [Verse 3] So Forget em. Fogot em. Forgottun. Never stay far from the bottom. Praising the money that got em. Trying to play the victim. I say get em or leave em. They got nobody to believe in. They got no dream to dream in but they think you all dream them. but they all be dreamin. [Verse 2] Like why they so mean. Why be obscene? Can't they be clean and say what they mean? I mean being mean can work if you enjoy being a jerk but being angry can work like a rapper being a clerk. It don't work. They just lurk. Hey. They hire girls to twirk. They mascaraed for fans. They pass by they friends. They lack all they can. Polishing the spite they hype within. [Verse 3] So Forget em. Fogot em. Forgottun. Never stay far from the bottom. Praising the money that got em. Try to play the victim. I say forget em or leave em. They got not nobody to believe in. They got no dream to dream in but they think you all dream them. but they all be dreamin. [Verse 1] You know.... For all the rappers and gamers and players And lyrical miracle writers and slayers For all the whimsical words and smart sayings And literal hype built off of anger. I have not once seen a rapper. Pull the rabbit out of mad hatters hat. Not for a trick or a score or a click. Not even for a goal or three. But they tip their hat like-like they are the baddest they see. ... You ever wonder. Why they mean?