Lyrics: TAKF
Music: TAKF
Arranger: TAKF
“Social status… is a measurement of one’s position in the hierarchy of society.”
“It is often determined by income, education, occupation”
“And your ability to purchase… things.”
“Higher status grants influence, recognition… and perceived success.”
“Failure to obtain status may result in… social invisibility.”
In front of death, nothing lasts forever
Nice cars don’t make you better
But sometimes they do provide a little pleasure
Plotting on the low, want more cash flow
One more **** won’t change the fact that world is ill
Every body watching numbers, they walk like zombie
Eyes on the money, social reality
Then you hustle for a whole week just to buy some ****
Now all I wanna do is sit back, Inhale deep
I’m from a place where the rent eats half your soul
Couple dollars every hour but they taxin’ the whole
“Hard work used to pays” now it’s the sharpest that fold
Deceiving as a convict kept my soul over gold
Truth be told, I still living under basement
Fumbled a couple of placement, thought I could face off system
I’m off for independence mind relentless raised ice cold
Life is Hella struggle I can’t find a grip that I hold
Social status, a fatal habit they keepin’ in place
Everything they grabbin’ from hell just to feed ’em a taste
They fiendin’ to chase, what they see on the face
But they soul living ghost, sinking deep in the waste
Social status, a fatal habit they keepin’ in place
Everything they grabbin’ from hell just to feed ’em a taste
They fiendin’ to chase, what they see on the face
But they soul living ghost, sinking deep in the waste
College graduates thought they prevail but caught up in debt
Modern society trap, they don’t teach you enough well
Cap and gown for the wealth, and a broken mindset
Side hustles all night, just to cover the rent
Meanwhile, the system got infiltrated real
Refugees stayed warm while the rest miss meals
I watch the parties shut mouths dirty work they never tell
Then they bill us twice, just for election deals
The rich find doors opened the doors for poor to find stress
Middle stucked in between like a rat in the lab
Freedom on paper, I smoke the gold leaf
But every breath feel leased like designer tees with hidden fees
I don’t need the preach, I keep my tank on E
My **** ain’t phoney like the flex you see on IG
Reality reflects what your mindset brings
The world is just canvas for your inner things
Social status, a fatal habit they keepin’ in place
Everything they grabbin’ from hell just to feed ’em a taste
They fiendin’ to chase, what they see on the face
But they soul living ghost, sinking deep in the waste
Social status, a fatal habit they keepin’ in place
Everything they grabbin’ from hell just to feed ’em a taste
They fiendin’ to chase, what they see on the face
But they soul living ghost, sinking deep in the waste
You don’t see the world by your eyes, you see through them lens
Truth blends into the mist vanishing from the history
Misery built by the trauma, sculpted by pain
We still walk naked in storm, but somehow maintained
You think that you alive but your spirit is on mute
Drownin’ in different **** window shopping fine designer suits
The world getting vague trap you in 01 base
We just some random actors really thought that we could leave the stage
Social status, a fatal habit they keepin’ in place
Everything they grabbin’ from hell just to feed ’em a taste
They fiendin’ to chase, what they see on the face
But they soul living ghost, sinking deep in the waste
Social status, a fatal habit they keepin’ in place
Everything they grabbin’ from hell just to feed ’em a taste
They fiendin’ to chase, what they see on the face
But they soul living ghost, sinking deep in the waste