Damn Shame
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics

Ain't even too much talkin' to do
I don't have much to say.

'Cause you might be an informant anyway
I don't trust anyone because they could be working with the police.

I ain't with the small talk, I let the tequila do it (uh-huh)
I'm not interested in meaningless conversation, I'd rather drink tequila.

Bulletproof the Porsche like Tony, I let the dealer do it (woo)
I had my Porsche made bulletproof by someone else, like Tony from Scarface.

Crack in the hooptie that needed the power steerin' fluid (mm)
There was a crack in my old car that needed power steering fluid.

They just have to pass it off to me, I was like, "Yeah, I'll do it" (I'll do it)
If someone needs something done, they pass it off to me and I'll do it without complaint.

They ain't never did what I've done, so don't compare him to it (nah)
Nobody has accomplished what I have, so don't try to compare yourself to me.

Quiet while I'm up in the kitchen, I put the care into it (haha)
I'm focused and take my time when I'm cooking in the kitchen.

Bars don't depreciate (never), my shit just decapitate (uh)
My bars always stay good and never lose value, they just destroy the competition.

Streets know what it is (they know), so go on with your accolades
The streets know who's really the best, so don't waste time with meaningless praise and awards.

This is for the underprivileged that call hell home (I see y'all)
This is for those who grew up poor and in a bad neighborhood.

Trump gave 'em twelve hunnid, Obama gave 'em cellphones (ayy)
Both presidents gave handouts to people in need, but they just provided temporary relief.

My man got a quarter (uh), he was gettin' shorted (uh-huh)
My friend was getting cheated when he bought drugs.

They hit him with another one, I'm scared to tell his daughter (ooh)
He was given more drugs than he could handle and I'm afraid to tell his daughter what happened.

Shit is gettin' crazy, drug game is out of order (mm)
The drug game is chaotic and has lost any semblance of order.

This fentanyl, pills, all this K2 in this water (yup)
There are dangerous drugs and synthetic compounds being mixed into street drugs.

Not the money you saved, the money that you run through
It's not about how much money you save, but rather how much you spend.

Damn shame, but I guess that's what it's come to
It's a sad situation, but this is just how things are now.

They run the game, huh?
They have control of the industry, don't they?

Followers and likes
The amount of social media followers and likes have replaced talent as a marker of success.

Stars overnight
People become famous quickly without earning it due to social media.

But when that money run out
When they run out of money…

Guess who they run to?
They come right back to us who they left behind.

Beefin' on the internet
People create drama and arguments online.

Captions and comments
Social media posts and responses.

Whole lotta nonsense
Social media is full of meaningless content.

Fake chains, damn shame
Wearing fake jewelry is embarrassing and disappointing.

I'm in a digital space that's unreachable (you hear me?)
My music and content is unique and cannot be replicated by others.

I got a eulogy written out for each of you (facts)
I'm prepared to bury my competition with my lyrics and talent.

You know exactly just who the fuck I'm speaking to (you)
My competition knows that I'm talking directly to them and challenging them.

This ain't music that's made the stand on the couch, boy (boy)
My music isn't made for those who just want to party and stand on the couches.

This is somethin' that real niggas can vouch for (woo)
My music and message is authentic and respected by those who are living the life I'm describing.

He ain't get one kite, he got a dime in (ten)
He didn't just get one letter while in jail, he got a stack of ten.

His paperwork ain't right, he gotta sign in (uh)
His legal documents and paperwork are not in order, so he has to check in with his parole officer.

This is a real conversation, don't even chime in (uh-uh)
This is an honest and raw conversation, there's no need to interrupt or add anything else to it.

Niggas always go wrong 'cause they don't read the fine print (never)
People often make mistakes and get themselves into trouble because they didn't fully understand what they were getting into.

But when the money run out, guess who they run to? (Guess who?)
When they run out of money, they come back to the people they left behind for help.

Damn shame, but I guess that's what it's come to
It's a sad situation, but this is just how things are now.