Population Petty

(Intro) Yeah… Population: petty Welcome to the circus (Verse 1) I was born where the water tower lean like the truth do Main street small but the rumors all bluetooth Front porch prophets with binocular eyes Countin’ other people’s wins, never buildin’ their own lives Barbershop analysts, part-time police Same dudes preach peace be the first ones to leak Every handshake sticky, every smile got a fee They applaud in your face then debate you at D’s Small town throne made of ego and lies Kings with no kingdoms, just beer-belly pride Everybody tough ‘til the pressure get applied Then it’s “I ain’t say that,” watch integrity slide I done seen best friends turn state evidence Over pocket change and some clout relevance Grown men gossip like a lunchroom clique Throw a rock, hide hands, then cry when it hit (Hook) I’m done with the small town bullshit, I’m ghost Tired of the fake love, cheers with a roast Shit-talkin’ goofies do the most for a post While the real ones quiet, build coast to coast Bag-chasin’ shadows, no spine, no code Switch sides quicker than the county road I’m cut from a cloth they don’t sew no more Had enough — I’m settin’ fire to the folklore (Verse 2) Homie to another, that word don’t mean much Seen brothers fold quicker than a cheap lawn chair clutch They dap you up strong, call you family and such Then run tell your business for a fraction and a rush Whole town powered by who messin’ with who Who bought what truck, who got somethin’ new If you grind too hard, they say you think you better But they the same ones broke, wearin’ envy like a sweater Fake queens bag-chasin’ whoever got shine Post a new sponsor, now you “bae” for the time Love look rented, heart emoji sent Soon as the money dip, so the loyalty went And these grown men actin’ like little kids Always in somebody’s crib talkin’ ‘bout what he did Snitchin’ on each other just to stay in good grace Till the circle get smaller and they next in the case (Bridge) I used to let it slide, say “that’s just how it be” But normal ain’t noble when it’s poisonin’ me So I packed my pride and my peace in a bag Left the town at the sign with the rusted-out flag (Hook) I’m done with the small town bullshit, I’m gone From the whispers in the dark to the fake carry-on Shit-talkin’ goofies singin’ petty-town songs I outgrew the cage, I was king Kong Bag-chasin’ loyalty sold for a crumb Same dudes loud now act deaf and dumb I ain’t built for the circus, I ain’t one of the clowns Had enough — I’m puttin’ miles on the ground (Outro) Let ‘em talk, let ‘em stare, let ‘em spin that lie Small minds stay small when the truth walk by I ain’t bitter, I’m bigger — that’s the difference, see Sometimes you gotta leave just to finally be free.