I hear you livin’ the sweet(suite) life like Zack and Cody (yeah)

While I’m free–free–freezin’ in the rain, broke and loaded (damn)

Cart full of food, gotta leave it behind (nah)

You sippin’ champagne with a ring on your mind (must be nice)

This ain’t the life they sold to me (nope)

We payin’ double while you float luxury (how?)

They call me crazy, broke, and a bum (uh-huh)

You call me fake, but you don’t know one (never)

How you say I can just get gone (tell me)

When the vultures stay eatin’ off my loan (they do)

Every paycheck go–go–gone when it land (poof)

Like the dealer just ran off with my hand (what?)

My rent jump hard like Fear Factor stunts (ah)

Every month try to choke my lungs (wheeze)

I dodge them bills like Sur–Sur–Survivor tribes (duckin’)

While you safe on an island of golden tides (easy)

They want my downfall (yeah)

Jokes on them now (uh)

I’m already down (nah)

Ain’t nothin’ left now (let’s go)

They say “re–re–relax” like I’m watchin’ Friends (ha)

But my ba–ba–bank don’t ever bend (nah)

I’m doin’ numbers like TRL charts (uh-huh)

Still locked out from the money part (locked)

You talk stocks like Shark Tank sharks (big talk)

I talk bread and emergency starts (real shit)

Two different worlds on the same damn block (facts)

One got keys and one got locks (click)

They say “pray” like Touched by an Angel (amen)

But my fridge lookin’ bare and painful (empty)

You book flights like Passport to Paris (postcards)

I get notices taped in layers (pink slips)

My life lag–lag–laggin’ like a frozen stream (buffer)

Yours glide smooth like a scripted scene (of course)

I’m stuck in reruns of a broke-man grind (again)

You live premiers with a polished shine (VIP)

They want my downfall (yeah)

Jokes on them now (uh)

I’m already down (nah)

Ain’t nothin’ left now (let’s go)

They say “hang on” like the plane on Lost saw (breathe)

But pressure got a foot on my jaw (crush)

I feel Punk’d every time that rent hit (got me)

Like Ash–Ash–Ashton laughin’ at my last bit (ha!)

You post brunch from a rooftop chair (cute)

I count coins just to get some air (damn)

They say hustle like The Apprentice (work)

But this game don’t care who in it (nah)

You got choices like a game show wall (pick one)

I got one door and it’s ready to fall (crack)

They say don’t stress like Bob Ross paint (happy trees)

But happy trees don’t stop this pain (nah)

My credit bounce like a VH1 chart (up-down)

High one week, then I fall apart (drop)

You live movie plots with a happy end (rom-com)

I get cut before I can even begin (damn)

They want my downfall (yeah)

Jokes on them now (uh)

I’m already down (nah)

Ain’t nothin’ left now (let’s go)

My grind quiet like a muted screen (silent)

Yours blast loud like a headline scene (flash)

You got fast lanes like soap opera stars (zoom)

I got plot twists and broken cars (shit)

I try to level like a Dragon Ball arc (power up)

But life keep swingin’ from the dark (blast)

You get second chances when you crash (reload)

I get one hit and that’s my ass (done)

They say trust it like reality shows (scripted)

But the edits never let me grow (cut)

You got sponsors in your storyline (logos)

I got setbacks every other line (facts)

My phone ring like an old-school pager (beep)

Always bad news, never savior (nah)

You get upgrades like Super Sweet (sweet)

I get overdraft alerts on repeat (ugh)

They want my downfall (yeah)

Jokes on them now (uh)

I’m already down (nah)

Ain’t nothin’ left now (let’s go)