[Intro — spoken lead, organ and guitar] [Chorus — lead with smooth male responses] Damn, they sold the culture To vultures and fools They starved the schools Keep your day job, don’t blast that tool Everybody gangsta Till somebody bruised Don’t quit your day job Find something better to do [Verse 1 — calm conversational soul] Everybody tough now, everybody drill Chasing likes, chasing bodies, chasing the thrill Sixteen with a war story, talking like he seen it all Mama working double shifts while he’s trying to stand tall Got a switch in the video Chain on his neck Whole crew yelling murder Ain’t got a twenty in they check Talking drugs, talking bodies Talking chicks like they trash Same four words every record Still calling that shit rap Damn When did being reckless turn into a point of view? Whole block raising followers, nobody raising youth Everybody got a gun now Nobody know what it do Till somebody on that pavement Now they mama singing blues [Chorus — wider smooth harmony stack] Damn, they sold the culture To vultures and fools They starved the schools Keep your day job, don’t blast that tool Everybody gangsta Till somebody bruised Gon quit your day job And find something better to do [Verse 2 — measured rhythmic soul cadence] Everybody got a podcast, every take is breaking news No facts, no receipts, just whatever pulls the views Big talk, camera rolling, put a headline on the lie Whole story built on nothing, still a million people buy Fake journalist, our scholar Fake expert with a mic Never read past the caption But got something every night The internet made ’em famous, confidence with no proof Say it twice with a straight face, now the lie becomes the truth Rappers looking rich while the paperwork stays sick Label owns the masters, manager takes the split Jewelry rented for the weekend Car go back Monday at two Whole image worth a million Bank account say twenty-two Selling kids a lifestyle you don’t live yourself Got ’em dying for an image while you beg for wealth [Chorus — full pocket, gospel answers] Damn, they sold the culture To vultures and fools They starved the schools Keep your day job, don’t blast that tool Everybody gangsta Till somebody bruised Gon quit your day job And find something better to do [Bridge — drums drop, voices and handclaps] Too many actors Not enough truth Too many followers Nobody lead the youth Too many cameras Not enough proof Too many mouths moving With nothing coming through You ain’t gotta fake tough You ain’t gotta play fool You ain’t gotta sell poison That shit ain’t never cool If the only thing you bringing Is another damn excuse Keep that clock punched And find something better to do [Final Chorus — controlled soulful lift] Damn, they sold the culture To vultures and fools They starved the schools Keep your day job, don’t blast that tool Everybody gangsta Till somebody bruised Gon quit your day job And find something better to do Damn, we lost the culture To vultures and fools Everybody got a platform Ain’t got nothing to prove Everybody gangsta Till somebody food Don’t quit your day job Find something better to do [Outro — smooth call and response vamp] Gon quit ya day job Find something better to do Gon quit ya day job Find something better to do That ain’t a real job Find something better to do
