The only cribs that we should care for
Are the ones that we are here for
The ones belonging to our children
That do that we do, scar from our wounds

The only cribs that make a difference
Where the magic really happens
Don't come with a Mercedes Benz
Or a wide screen showing nothing
Showing nothing...

I'm sick of home control devices
Sick of sickening home designers
Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles
Sick of homies, sick of poses

Despite the nodding staff that serves you
Despite your name on clothes and perfume
Despite the way the press observes you
You're just people... you're just people...

Successful people
Dressed up people
Smiling people
Famous people
Red carpet people
Wealthy people
Important people -
But still just people

So f___ the million dollar kitchen
f___ the Al Pacino posters
f___ the drugs, the gold, the strip poles
f___ the homies, f___ the poses
f___ the walls they build around them
f___ the bedroom magic nonsense
I don't want to hear their voices
As long as they vote with their wallets

f___ the silly "throw you out" joke
f___ the framed cigar DeNiro smoked
f___ their lack of originality and personality
f___ this travesty
f___ this new norm
f___ conformity
f___ their Kristal
f___ their sordity
f___ the way they f___ equality
f___ their freebie gear
f___ the ones they wear

(you're just people - you're just people...)

Successful people
Dressed up people
Smiling people
Famous people
Red carpet people
Wealthy people
Important people -
But still just people

Messed up people
Shallow people
Stupid people
Plastic people
Meta people
Theta people
Therapyople
Entropyople

Oh, f___ the ones they wear

I'm cribcaged
Cribcaged

The only cribs that we should care for
Are the ones that we are here for
The ones belonging to our children
That do what we do, scar from our wounds

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