Gullible ft. Cee-Lo Green de Wale

Would you believe that?
If you read that? Oh
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio, haha
Let’s get it

What if they told you this music was bogus?
The government-run it, they controllin' the culture
Would you believe that? Hah
If you read that? Haha, yeah
What if they told you the iPhone was tapped?
They see all of your browsin' and know you via your apps
And Twitter and Instagram is really like middlemen
And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs
What if they said Obama wasn't a red
He actually got a good ass tan
And the swag to appear black, hah
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
How 'bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain’t voting?
So now your go put one in, relying off that emotion
And believe that, haha
You know you do with your weak ass, hah, hah
What if they make a list, telling you what is dope?
Telling you what’s hip but never let they mother jump
Part in the flow with consistence control they many souls
Although it’s niggas, it’s loaded by television shows
Opinions show but most to us they null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
Some don't believe, somehow they need it for the allure
A lot of bull is a pot of gold to the gullible, yeah

I turn down the radio
Just to turn the tv on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo
Always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my vein, yeah (wake up, wake up wake up)

TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
TV killed the radio
And then the internet slit the television throat

And then the WorldStar model fell up out the orbit
And for that broad, a rapper now is behind his mortgage
And other rappers would visit shawty, shawty keep goin'
And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn’t know it
‘Cause he believed her
Thought he couldn’t be G'd by such a sweet girl
News flash, news flash, it’s a cruel world
No one is too thorough to lose it all to a girl, uh
What if they told you your chick was a groupie?
You know, like a ho, the type that be choosing
You gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up
Tell her you’ll holler at us, then get in and go and lose it, uh

TV killed the radio, ah
TV killed the radio
TV killed the, fuck it
And then the internet slit the television throat

When I moved forward, I gave birth to several episodes
Our generation is cursed, we got too many clones
We just believe they gon' repeat what we just told
And all that bull is a pot of gold to the gullible
Ralph!

I turn down the radio
Just to turn the tv on (on, on)
I live my whole life in stereo
Always singing my old song (song, song)
As it flows into my vein (wake up, wake up wake up)
As it flows into my vein, yeah (wake up, wake up wake up)

Josh, spruce things up a little bit
Turn me up some more, baby, I'm rockin' now
I’d like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight
Miss Reesey, I see you in the back baby, oh yeah, haha
Uh, uh, shout out to the Slutty Boyz too
You hear that, uh, you, hear the Dap Kings in the back?
Young Dallas, two bitches, two bitches, hah
I feel good right now
I just want to talk to my people without preaching
Hard to believe it, "Gifted!"

Ya know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't the third lil pig but I can show front you some bricks
Ya know what?
Nigga, why do you think they call me LeCoke James?
Niggas nowadays wanna go to the NBA, nigga this is my gift
Niggas shootin on my block all day everyday, I'm already NBA
Got fiends jumpin from the free throw line, like Michael Jordan
And why you think I got all of these J's on my feet?
Niggas I got whips!
Niggas I got more whips than my slave
Great great great great great great great great grandfather
That's because I'm on the block 24/7, 365
Rain, sleet, hail or snow