You ain't getting in bread, that's rage I'm a headline act on the stage I got my hoody down over my face And you can't send shots like a man's Luke Cage Bullet holes in my top right now I'mma keep going but I know that they Want me to stop right now But,

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed