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Cardi B

Dear Cardi B, I understand you make money moves Maybe you should go to college and study too I hate this new generation of rappers, I'd rather listen to the genius of Nas, Tupac, Eminem, Jay-Z, Kid Cudi too When I turn on the radio, I can't believe the garbage I'm hearing What is this wave of music that so called artists are sharing? All they do is talk about sex and drugs Sleep with as many people as possible, don't talk about true love Let's blast guns, pop pills and die young What happened to writing to help those realize what they're crying from? Writing to share a messages and make an impact on the world If you miss her, then get back with the girl Forget pretending you don't care when you do inside If you gain the person you love, it's worth losing pride Cardi B, is rich but can she go a rhyme without talking about it? Sex sells, so she would be poor without it Half of these rappers lie in their rhymes, but you believe it She said she'd cut a man off, but stayed with Offset when he cheated I turn on the TV and see this 17 year old idiot saying Gucci gang 50 million times in 2 minutes I don't think I've ever been happier than when that sing finished Remember when you had to have talent to become a singer? I don't care how much your chain cost, or the price of the ring on your finger I'd rather die poor, knowing I gave my all to help others You choose to laugh at those in the rain because you have yourself covered I can't relate, I try and help anyone in any way that I can if your heart isn't pure, you can't claim to be a good woman or man I'm sick of seeing the Kardashian's all over the TV "OMG I made a sextape, and now every kid wants to be me" Grabbing cheques Because you recorded yourself having sex But that girl who's being bullied, who can sing amazingly, won't get a chance I just pray someone spots her talent and gives her a hand I'm nothing special, and I'm far from legendary But I'm sick to death of all these celebrities I'm not trying to get Cardi B or the Kardashian's to Beef with me I'm clearly just mad that they won't Sleep with me Is what their fans will probably tell me But why should I care about a celebrity if they aren't relatives to me and haven't helped me? One of the biggest dangers Is losing yourself by holding on to a celebrity and stranger I just hate that they get a bit of attention and some dollars And brag about taking drugs instead of telling kids to go to college Sorry but I hear Bodak yellow by Cardi B and have no idea how it got so big Now I need to go into hiding, because they'll kill me for writing this

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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