No Pension

[Chorus] The whole concept is control And Lord knows I can't be controlled As you play this game, watch the console I'll be here to watch the story unfold Instagram tells you half the story The other half is what you asking of me This industry can't stand half my glory Dear lord if you can, take this passion from me

[Verse: A-Q] They slave trading through your cell phones Colonisation without coming to your dear homes As crack was for the 80s, Apps is for the 20s They got you in the red zone Technology is the white man's cotton field, and they make you tend to it Let me show you how this reflect music No swords my hommie I put the pen to it The fruit of your labour is apple They tell you what you can or you can't do They got you with the placements and playlisting The shorter the songs the longer the streams, listen Only 30 seconds count Do like 1:45 on the track keep the fans coming back And build an audience of kids From eighteen dollars on an album to less than a cent on a stream Plus they curating it wrong Let Africans alone curate African songs Don't give my music to some white dude That positions it however he likes to And doesn't understand the culture or the ways He's just copying whatever he sees popping on the waves They push numbers to whoever they want And whatever they want to succeed is what they put in your face

[Chorus] The whole concept is control And lord knows i can't be controlled As you play this game, watch the console I'll be here to watch the story unfold Instagram tells you half the story The other half is what you asking of me This industry can't stand half my glory Dear lord if you can, take this passion from me

[Verse: A-Q] Media can't stand close to me The parasites are exposing for what they supposed to be But shout-out to a few of them That get the job done, its just a few of them When I'm leaving, I'm leaving whole I sold everything else, but I kept my soul Vixens kept me between their thighs But that pussy slippery, I was able to slip and slide And these artists can not visualise The way the system is set up is to keep you inside You're one hit away, one hit away Hope is very long rope in disguise And even when you make a hit what next There today, gone tomorrow Boy you are-- fill in the gap I pray you be Wiz and David I pray you make it big, be on every playlists I pray you don't need EFCC to get blown I pray you Burna boy, internationally known There's nothing left for me here The game brought me sorrow, beef and despair Yeah But rappers would rather fight me Rather than fight the system Which is highly unlikely to cave in At least you got something to put your faith in See you next time, if there's a next time It's been amazing.

[Chorus] The whole concept is control And lord knows i can't be controlled As you play this game, watch the console I'll be here to watch the story unfold Instagram tells you half the story The other half is what you asking of me This industry can't stand half my glory Dear lord if you can, take this passion from me