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Exposure

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Exposure

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Yeah, let me break it down for every single doubter

You're afraid of what I'm doin', you're a coward

All your favorite rappers doin' downers and you make 'em feel empowered

'Til they're fertilizin' soil, pushin' flowers, yeah

What do Lil' Wayne, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz all have in common?

They make a livin' off gangster rap, but they all went to college

It's all just marketin' strategy so you empty your wallet

Endorsin' vodka to make a buck and make you alcoholics

They make you stupid with Xanax, they make you broke with designers

They use the music to confuse the youth and influence minors

Isn't it funny how these rappers went from fightin' the power

To buy a gun and sell some drugs in just a matter of hours

They'll turn the students to felons that just get fed to the system

'Cause there are people makin' fortunes off of privatized prisons

They objectify women 'til they are all that you crave

So you don't realize there's more to life than just gettin' laid

You think you're happy but you're really just so caught in the game

That you don't realize you're wastin' all your money to play

They give your rappers wit' rainbow hair who wear clothes like your girlfriend

To emasculate the men who emulate all the urban trends

Got you wearin' pretty dresses and heels

And poppin' pills like you really know how depression can feel

Y'all some posers, dyin' for acceptance and exposure

Tryna be the rappers on the posters

All I hear is: New chain, big house, fast cars; so boring

And all of that is lies man, it's so corny

Death threats comin' every other day for me

But I don't believe a word, that shit is ghost stories

Hi, my name is Tom MacDonald, welcome to the show

If you are easily offended then you probably should go

My resolution to losers who my new music has triggered

And just a million views on YouTube is two big middle fingers

I don't apologize or compromise, I quantify the figures

'Cause I'm optimized for makin' a killin' and gettin' bigger

Had the fire all along, I needed fuel and a flicker

To light the fuse to the mixture of the rumors and liquor

They got nothin' else to do but try to cut me with scissors

But what's a blade to a building made out of iron and pillars

Go 'head and cry me a river, 'cause I've been dyin' to go swimmin'

And I'm designed to find it funny when they whine 'cause I'm winnin'

I just tell the truth, it's up to you, too love or dismiss it

I'm just pointin' out what I feel that the game has been missin'

And every time I open my mouth up you get offended

You say that talk is cheap, but then you act like it's expensive

You can't afford to speak your mind, afraid you'll get rejected

By some strangers on the internet who's lives are all pathetic

I was surrounded by people who just pretend to be down

And then I blew up off of record, no one's friends with me now

I've realized that my potentials so intensely profound

That there was bound to be some haters gettin' caught in the crowd

I won't apologize for anything I said or I'll say

If you're allergic to opinions, you should just walk away

Don't give a shit about your arguments and fuck your complaints

I'd love to have you in my audience just know it isn't safe

White people are the biggest fuckin' assholes on the planet

But even still I swear I'm sick to death of hearin' it

You're not a model, you're a waitress, and the man takin' your picture

Is a pervert with a camera, and no photography experience

You cry about gorillas gettin' shot inside a zoo

And then take photos on your phone when someone's dyin' next to you

Y'all only care about each other if it means you'll get some views

And you can say that I'm a dick but what I say is just the truth

There's a disconnect between the things you feel and what's said

'Cause you're afraid of what they'll think, so you don't say what you meant

If bein' true to myself means that I'll lose their respect

Then I'll stand my ground like both my feet are stuck in cement

I was raised to keep my feelin's, thoughts, and words all consistent

If your censorin' your heart, then what's the reason for livin'

I don't need their approval to validate my position

And I don't need to be accepted, never asked for permission

They attacked me from behind and tried to silence the vision

Tried to kill me with fire and from the ashes I've risen

My motivation won't expire, I don't get tired I get driven

If they don't like it then they're not required to comment and listen

They just hide behind their keyboards, tryna find the ambition

To go make somethin' of their life while they die for attention

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