| Yeah
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| Honestly, I’m sick of death and hearing the complains
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| Everybody wants to tell me how I’ve changed
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| I think somehow I’m responsible for bodies filling graves
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| If I made the songs they wanted, were they fans I could have saved?
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| Man, that’s a lotta weight
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| Wait, I thought it would be great to entertain
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| And now I understand why mumble rappers say the things they say
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| They don’t want any obligation to the fanbase they create
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| I guess my morals won’t allow me to be famous if it’s fake
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| I barely made it, I was livin' in the ghetto always prayin'
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| My potential wouldn’t go to waste before I could escape it
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| I just had a mental breakdown
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| Rent was due, I couldn’t pay it
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| Killing roaches, scraping guts off all the plates and being patient, ay
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| Livin' in the hood could have got me kill
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| Kitchen full of rats, stomach never fill
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| They cut off the lights, couldn’t pay the bills
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| I was always sick, couldn’t buy the pills
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| Girlfriend almost left me
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| We were broken, we were desperate
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| Right before it got too heavy
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| I went viral, off a record, ay
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| Never signed the deal, I did it on my own
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| I made all the beats, I write every song
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| Did not all believe I did it all alone
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| Told me I was weak I show 'em I was strong
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| Never should have bet against me
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| Thought my anxiety was gonna rack me
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| Thought my depression will get to my head for a second and leave
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| But they never left me
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| Everybody says I’ve changed up, I’ve changed up
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| 'Cause I had nothing then I came up, came up
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| Now I’m someone they are afraid of, afraid of
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| So say some, say some, woah
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| Ay, yo, everything you say bro
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| I don’t care, no, I don’t care, bro
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| Fame won’t ever make me change so
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| I don’t care, no, I don’t care, no
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| Honestly, it’s bothered me since I’ve become this famous
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| People comment like I don’t see what they’re saying
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| I get death threats every day and so my family call me garbage, call me racist
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| Try to tell my therapist that I’m afraid, I can’t explain it, uh
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| Back up, don’t touch me, I’m anxious
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| All of this money I’m banking
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| Don’t make me happy, I can’t win
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| Don’t get me wrong, no, I’m thankful
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| Wanted to catch and inhabit
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| Pressure form standards established
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| Amplified anger and sadness
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| Can’t deny that it did damage
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| Ay, take the box off me
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| Take off all the chains
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| Take the braids out of my hair, laser the tattoos off my face
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| Stop comparing me to Hopsin, Token, NF, and Em
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| I think they’re great, but so am I and I don’t wanna be them
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| And I never change, but I’m not the same
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| I am not the person that I once was
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| Alcoholic, I was calling mama, always try to borrow 50 bucks, uh, ay
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| I put my parents in debt
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| I even embarrassed my friends
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| I didn’t care if I die, I was honestly hopeful that I wouldn’t' wake up again
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| But I’m back now
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| Knock me down to that nap and now I stand proud
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| Last round, believe me I’m ready to strap until they back down
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| Doctor give me pills, told me I was sad
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| Never took 'em though, throw 'em into trash
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| Made a couple mil', money doesn’t last
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| Try to smile a bit, livin' in the past
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| Everybody says I’ve changed up, I’ve changed up
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| 'Cause I had nothing then I came up, came up
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| Now I’m someone they are afraid of, afraid of
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| So say some, say some, woah
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| Ay, yo, everything you say bro
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| I don’t care, no, I don’t care, bro
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| Fame won’t ever make me change so
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| I don’t care, no, I don’t care, no
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| See this Gucci? |
| I bought it
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| I’m not sell-out, homie, stop it
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| This is symbol of the work I did that’s finally acknowledged
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| This is robbing corner stores while getting soda and some chocolate
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| This is bullied all my life by kids at school, I ain’t forgot it
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| This is profit that I got from sacrificing food and water
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| This is dollars I had after finally paying back my father
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| This is failing grades and skipping class and dropping out of college
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| You can’t stop me, that’s your problem
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| I will get it if I want it (Woah)
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| Stop telling me that I switched sides
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| My life changed, I’m a different guy
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| My mama proud, my girl’s stoked
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| My sister happy I didn’t die
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| They’re mad, instead of saying «Tom, I wish you the best»
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| Of course I changed, I had to go and buy a bulletproof vest
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| 'Cause I’ma stressed, ya
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| I’m a mess, ya
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| I need rest, ya
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| Wastin' energy on enemies I never met, ya
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| I need meds, ya
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| I need bed, ya
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| What the heck?
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| I should send a text to see if I still have some friends, ya
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| Now that I’m healthy, and nobody help me
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| I wanna get every penny, independent
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| I’m a menace, I’ma wreck it
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| All my records got a message, I’ma spread it
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| And I’m still the person my mama nurtured
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| To become this version, so shoutout mom
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| I don’t ever sleep, every night is long
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| Everything is on me, Tom
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| Everybody says I’ve changed up, I’ve changed up
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| 'Cause I had nothing then I came up, came up
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| Now I’m someone they are afraid of, afraid of
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| So say some, say some, woah
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| Ay, yo, everything you say bro
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| I don’t care, no, I don’t care, bro
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| Fame won’t ever make me change so
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| I don’t care, no, I don’t care, no |