I end up speakin' to the beat like it's a shrink I never see
Every time I air it out I find it kinda hard to breathe
Every time I think of memories of us
You and me
There's trauma underneath
And I fake it till I make it and they deem me as a god
Blood, sweat, agony, tell me what it costs
I signed the dotted line and then I felt it in my palms
The demons writing all my songs
Every single bar is so expensive, you could pay the rent
No one thought I'd make it, once I do, I'm gonna go again
Rippin' through the beat like I invented the pen
They wanna know where power lies (where?)
It's all in your head
I'm the person you're inspired by skinny kid with tired eyes
Instrumental murderer, I'm up until the dead of night
Hopefully, I'm sick to them (Labels, execs)
Suits pushin' music while I lie in my bed
They don't really give a fuck until they see that Mercedes
They want an album they can get it, but it's fuck you pay me
I want that rolls with the curtain; I want that check with the commas
I want so many fucking zeros, my kid's grandkids go to college
I might have to be the dropout that inspires you all
How many lines I gotta write till I'm on top of you all?
How many M's to make a billion, and I'm rich for all my children
I want hotels with my last name, Lewis, fuck Hilton
I end up speakin' to the beat like it's a shrink I never see
Every time I air it out I find it kinda hard to breathe
Every time I think of memories of us
You and me
There's trauma underneath
And I fake it till I make it and they deem me as a god
Blood, sweat, agony, tell me what it costs
I signed the dotted line and then I felt it in my palms
The demons writing all my songs