More People/m0r3 Pr0bl3ms

[Interlude – Whispered/Growled] They ain’t love me then... Now they show teeth. Shake hands cold, Eyes full of heat. “Where you been?” “Let’s talk, let’s eat...” But all I hear is Claws in the meat. More people. More problems. More hands out — I dodge ‘em. More labels. More offers. More snakes In my coffin. [Verse 1] Came up broke, couldn’t pay no mind, Spoke my truth — they said “Stay in line.” Knocked on doors with a dream and breath, They laughed like I ain't worth shit yet. Tried to get on, they ain't hear that sound, Voice too sharp — they toned me down. No texts back, no dap, no nod, Every show I played, they said “That’s odd.” Couldn’t get a call, couldn’t get a glance, Talked like a king, they said “Stay in your stance.” Girls I liked looked straight through bones, Wouldn’t throw dirt if I laid like stone. Now look— Suddenly I’m “different.” Suddenly I’m “brilliant.” Suddenly they “knew it all along” While I was livin’ in a hallway kitchen. Labels hit like “Yo, you a beast.” Kids quote lines I wrote in the heat. Friends I forgot got somethin’ to pitch, And everyone swear they been down since. I see hands, I see grins, I see snakes that wear skin. I hear love in they tone But I don’t hear truth when they phone. [Hook] More people— More lies. More blood In disguise. More love? Not quite. More people Pickin’ sides. More smiles On my name. More mouths That want stake. More people— More problems. More to cut More to break. [Verse 2] I don’t do lunch, I don’t do meetings, Every new face got a price they’re seeking. Every co-sign come with a chain, Every old friend tryna ride that flame. My name got value now—cool. So do the vultures in the greenroom. I can’t tell what’s handshake or play, All I know is they talk sweet and prey. I see my worth on a contract line, Then hear my soul in a hollow pitch. Sayin’ I’m next — but they lie with a smile, And eat you alive when the hype don’t stick. I don't trust praise, I don't trust nods, I don't want deals, I don't want gods. I just want quiet, I just want real, But more people means less I feel. [Hook – Repeat with Intensity] More people— More lies. More blood In disguise. More love? Not quite. More people Pickin’ sides. More smiles On my name. More mouths That want stake. More people— More problems. More to cut More to break. More people— More lies. More blood In disguise. More love? Not quite. More people Pickin’ sides. More smiles On my name. More mouths That want stake. More people— More problems. More to cut More to break. [Outro – Whispered, Mechanical Fade] More people... More people... More problems. More people... More... Gone. [Dial Tone]