Screw Yo Gatekeepin' 55.1 [EXPLICIT]

[Verse 1] Yo dawg, Deacon on the mic. [Echo] Yo dawg, you really know what gets me? Well, you bout to find out, bruh. [Verse 2] Watchin' 'em so-called musicians... Crawlin' outta the woodworks... Complainin' bout AI music... They suddenly so passionate... ...Bout creativity n' collaboration... [Verse 3] But 'em homies stayed in they burrows... When bruhs like me wanted to collab. [Verse 4] 'Ya see bruh, I been buildin' music with AI & writin... Fo years upon years upon years, 'ya feel me? I reached out to all them wormies n snails n' shit. But what does 'ya homie Deacon get? A load'a premium ass shit. [Verse 5] "Too ass busy". "Not my style". "Come back with a bagga cash." [Verse 6] Or they ghost me n' go back into they burrows n' shit... ...After they say "let's work". Endless excuses, ain't no progress from 'em. 'Ya Deacon on the mic, real talk. [Verse 7] They burrows always tight with a seven-lock door. Gatekeepin' they formula... Like they runnin' a Krusty Krab n' shit. They look down on a "fake musician" Or someone who ain't got a warehouse fulla equipment n' shit. [Verse 8] But yo worm Deacon, yeah dat bruh tried payin' n' barterin' n' shit. But got told to eat a bagga shit by them other salty ass worms n' shit. Pay big or slither that broke hood worm peasant ass home. [Verse 9] But yanno what's funny y'all? Them same salty ass wormheads who ignored yo boy Deacon 'fo years... They all mad at the new AI. But naw, idiots [Repeat 3x] [Verse 10] They just mad at liberation. The seven-lock door we lock picked open like locksmiths. Cause now, I ain't need nunna them salty ass worms n' shit. Nunna us do. Yo real talk, Deacon on the mic. [Repeat 2x] [Verse 11] Cause that AI gave us da freedom... The freedom to create as we please. The freedom to col-lab-bor-rate as we please. The freedom to push as much sound forward as we please. [Verse 12] Ain't no gatekeepin' in this new house. Deacon on the mic. Suck on it n' shit.