[Hook: Barking staccato male MC, barking every word] Cut me in, you been eating off my name Top ten videos and I'm in every frame Call it soulless, then you click it up again Pay me what you owe me, man, cut me in [Verse 1: Barking staccato male MC, barking on the snare] Every Sunday, same chair, same lamp, same face Hits play on my track like he's cracking a case Pause, squint, rewind, says the drums ain't real Says nobody made it, so it can't make you feel Twenty minutes talking on a three-minute song Breaking down my snare like my snare did him wrong Then he begs for a like and he begs for a sub And the comments go wild and the numbers go up He don't make a beat, he don't write a bar He just points at mine and he tells you what they are [Hook: Barking staccato male MC, barking every word] Cut me in, you been eating off my name Top ten videos and I'm in every frame Call it soulless, then you click it up again Pay me what you owe me, man, cut me in [Verse 2: Barking staccato male MC, barking harder] So I opened up his channel and I sorted it by top Number one is my single with his face in the box Number two is my album with his hand on his chin Number three is my remix, and he's frowning again Four million views on a song that he hates New truck in the driveway off my bridge and my breaks Paid off the boat with my second verse Calls me a fraud, but I'm his best-paying work He ain't a critic, he's a tenant on my land Every month he pays the rent with my songs in his hand [Bridge: Barking staccato male MC, mocking impression, whiny reaction-host voice] Okay, okay, pause it right here, real quick Hear that? No soul in the kick, it's a trick Smash that like if you think it's a machine Run it back, run it back, let me show you what I mean [Bridge: Barking staccato male MC, snapping back to the bark] That's a dollar, that's a dollar, that's a dollar every time Every pause, every rewind is a nickel on my dime [Verse 3: Barking staccato male MC, reading the invoice] So I typed up an invoice and I signed it in red Sixty percent of the money that my music fed Item one is the chorus that you played on repeat Item two is the bridge that you chewed on for a week Item three is the thumbnail with my cover in the back Item four is the truck, but you can keep the truck, Jack Net thirty, no excuses, I'll take it in cash You built a whole career on a song you call trash [Final Hook: Barking staccato male MC, barking every word] Cut me in, you been eating off my name Top ten videos and I'm in every frame Call it soulless, then you click it up again Pay me what you owe me, man, cut me in [Outro: Barking staccato male MC, barking, grinning] Sixty percent, have it here by Friday Hit play one more time, that's another payday [End]
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