Three Hundred Follower Fakes

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300 Followers [Intro] Yeah. Another SoundCloud rapper? Hell nah. Somebody pick me up. Period. [Hook] Red flag, red flag, SoundCloud in your bio, Three hundred followers, you think you went viral. Same damn beat, same flow, same title, I can’t understand a word, but you swear you’re an idol. Red flag, red flag, I don’t date rappers, Especially the ones who think they’re the next chapter. America, Germany, I don’t care where you’re at, If you send me your track, I’m not texting you back. [Verse 1] He said, “Baby, I’m an artist,” I said, “Oh, that’s cute,” Then he played me eight songs and they all sounded looped. Same hi-hats, same 808, same mumble, Every single verse got me fighting not to crumble. He said, “This one’s different,” no, the fuck it ain’t, Same fake-deep lyrics with a different reverb chain. I was nodding my head, like, “Yeah, that’s hard,” While my soul left my body in the passenger car. “Do you like my new track?” Baby, what do I say? I don’t wanna hurt your feelings, but I wanna get away. “Your music’s so unique”—yeah, I lied through my teeth, Somebody call an Uber, come and rescue me. [Pre-Hook] He got a mic and a dream, now he’s acting like a star, Got a link in his bio and a beat-up car. Says he’s next up, but he’s been next up for years, I ain’t your A&R, I ain’t lending you my ears. [Hook] Red flag, red flag, SoundCloud in your bio, Three hundred followers, you think you went viral. Same damn beat, same flow, same title, I can’t understand a word, but you swear you’re an idol. Red flag, red flag, I don’t date rappers, Especially the ones who think they’re the next chapter. America, Germany, I don’t care where you’re at, If you send me your track, I’m not texting you back. [Verse 2] American rapper with the “I’mma be famous” speech, German SoundCloud rappers? Don’t even get me started, please. Talking ’bout a record deal, talking ’bout a tour, But your biggest fucking audience is your ex and four more. Bro, you’re not a rapper, you’re a rapper in your head, Got a thousand unreleased songs and nothing else said. Maybe you had a vision, maybe you had a shot, But a mic and a preset don’t make you what you’re not. Every song’s about a girl who did you so wrong, Maybe she just couldn’t listen to another three-minute song. You call her a hater ‘cause she didn’t wanna stay, I call her a survivor, she just found a better way. [Bridge] I don’t care if we connect, I don’t care if you’re fine, Soon as you say “I make music,” I’m declining the ride. Never again, never again, that’s a promise I made, I ain’t dating another rapper who needs me to validate. [Final Hook] Red flag, red flag, SoundCloud in your bio, Three hundred followers, you think you went viral. Same damn beat, same flow, same title, I can’t understand a word, but you swear you’re an idol. Red flag, red flag, I don’t date rappers, No more listening sessions, no more fake-ass laughter. You can keep your little tracks, you can keep your little dream, Just don’t send that corny shit to me. [Outro] “Baby, listen to my new song.” No. “Just the hook?” No. “But this one’s actually different.” Call me an Uber. Periodt.