Can't Buy Back The Throne

[VERSE 1] That loss cracked your mask in public, while you stood with the verdict in your fist and still dragged the case back Now you cast the facts as a trap, let this shit hit, then send that lawsuit all the way through court to the stand Then you blamed the label and the app, took a hard jab, said this shit was rigged, then pinned it on the staff Can't let the whole room laugh, you flip the script, hide all night while the brand went bad and blame the whole damn camp I watched you flash that angle, pack the match; you baited Kendrick till the risk got big, then snap That battle was your ask, till the sting made you flinch; then you filed a stamped claim and called the court your last chance After you slapped on a whole new act, drafted the brief; Kendrick went stiff, ink on the pages left the whole thing with a black mark Then you reached for the judge, but the answer stayed flat; can't patch it with a writ, the panic made the whole case static Now you stack casino cash on a screen, let the slick little clicks make the jackpot look like pure sham The fans clap for the clips, while the logo stays huge, each digital spin feeds the ad its own full bag That balance stays fat while a kid gets a slim quick win, then the screen cuts to a blank ad at the end Your crowd grabs a random hand, but you switch the pitch, make every ticket for your crowd look like a staged scam Three albums in one batch, every disc had a sick remix, then the whole block caught a mammoth-sized blast Meanwhile my dash showed a dead phone, the signal flickered then dimmed, I drove with no map and the gas light on through the night That mass of rap and music looks loud as a gimmick, but misses the fog on my windshield glass in the dark Those tracks can't drown your shame, but a bitter drink makes you spit while the room smells like ash by daybreak [HOOK] Still dressing up the loss, but the whole room knows Put a price on the applause, let the casino glow Every courtroom pose just makes the same scar show You can buy the night, but you can't buy back the throne [VERSE 2] You wrote a cold quote, stole a dead man's tone, made that borrowed voice your own, then used a truthless script to make the record known Estate said no, froze in that pose, claimed the case should go; their rules made you move, forced proof through, turned rollout into a fiasco Instead of saying I lost, you wrote a bold post, blamed the score, then threw new excuses through the room, made the whole place your foe You put a ghost in the show, but the ruse came loose; you won't admit what it cost, so your public image goes broke I watch you flash a gold bankroll, let the numbers roll; they choose, lose rent and food as the overdrafts grow Who pays when your phone glows chrome, kids take out loans, burn school dues, then chase some more while you laugh and reload You control the remote, let the jackpot flow, while fools chase loot inside their houses, and the promo gets exposed Your casino's a chokehold; these young viewers pursue cool futures for the rush, while you toast to the throne Now I watch the screen load a stone total, you let it float, while the crew assumes the numbers make you a hero You keep the entourage close, put the logo in frame, while the suits dilute the truth and the host plays a role I watch a rent notice fold, while a student's tuition gets consumed, and you boast as that kid eats alone at home Your slogan cloaks the risk in smoke, feeds strangers confusion and illusion through every clip, then sells their rent as a joke I watch you follow protocol, send memo to iHeart, turn loss to a motion, presume resolution will hand you a veto Now you point at an owner, throw a shadow over every portal, blame the label's collusion when your hope gets low Then the radio echoes, your old claim gets thrown; retribution leaves you wounded, and your last defense gets revoked Keep your photo and motto, that hollow bravado; you cruise past the bruise, but the final vote says no [HOOK] Still dressing up the loss, but the whole room knows Put a price on the applause, let the casino glow Every courtroom pose just makes the same scar show You can buy the night, but you can't buy back the throne