Verse 1 Phones don’t sleep, neither do vultures Every call sound sweet, every smile rehearsed “Son, we love you,” yeah, I heard it first Right before they slid a number in the verse They sell futures like it’s guaranteed Gold chains, cars, shit I ain’t even seen Mama say “Slow down, read between” But when you seventeen, greed look clean They promise me a kingdom, promise me keys Promise I’m the savior of their whole damn team Funny how love only rings this loud When your arm put points on the board right now ⸻ Pre-Chorus Everybody got a pitch, got a plan Everybody want my soul in their hands They don’t care who I am Just what I can do with the ball when it lands ⸻ Chorus Recruiters lie better than strippers Smile wide while they picking my pockets Say “family,” but they all got agendas Tryna buy my future in deposits They flash cash like it’s loyalty Sell dreams like it’s honesty I ain’t stupid, I just listen ‘Cause pressure make liars convincing ⸻ Verse 2 One school talk rings, one talk legacy One talk checks stacked endlessly Another swear God put me in their hands Funny how faith always got a brand They say “Trust us,” sign on the line Don’t talk about the shelf life of a spine One bad hit, one twisted knee And that love turn real conditional, real quick I see grown men beg, that shit wild Selling hope to a teenage child They toast champagne to my name While I’m wondering who’s real in this game ⸻ Pre-Chorus Everybody got a number in mind Everybody swear they crossing no lines They don’t see a kid under the lights They see a return on an investment tonight ⸻ Chorus Recruiters lie better than strippers Same hustle, just cleaner suits Say “son” but don’t know my demons Just know my arm and my highlights loop They swear it’s love, swear it’s real Till you miss a throw, till you fail I ain’t bitter, I’m just listening ‘Cause pressure make bullshit glisten ⸻ Bridge Ashley said, “Does it mess with your head?” I said, “Yeah… but I ain’t dead yet” I know the game, I know the rules Still gotta choose who I lose If I sell my soul, I sell it smart Not for hype, not for charts I want somewhere that’ll let me bleed Not just use me till they don’t need me ⸻ Final Chorus Recruiters lie better than strippers But truth always sound more quiet Hard to hear when money yelling Hard to stay clean when the water riot I ain’t perfect, I ain’t holy Just a kid with weight on his shoulders Trying to tell love from leverage While the clock keep getting colder ⸻ Outro (Phone vibrates… ignored) Yeah… I’m done answering tonight.
