[Verse 1]

I was up late browsing the net

And saw some people arguing that I ain't sounding the best

They started bringing up some shit from last year

And they said that I'm incapable of making anything they respect

(You fucking suck)

Hm, I'm a little perplexed

Why am I the only person that your hatred ingests?

They've always said I'll never make it, like they conjured a hex

Next to a cesspool of comments where they wish I was dead, yeah

If it kills me, dawg, I bet that shit gets televised

Couple million people flood the music as my momma cries

Labels tryna take what they can get it, if it's good

My mom becomes a millionaire, her son is rotting in wood

Yeah, I'm just an underground artist

Till they rip me from the soil with the songs I barely started

Unfinished like my life, I'll bet they drain it of worth

I wish that everything was buried with my bones in the dirt

[Verse 2]

Look, our reality moves fast

Was on my deathbed

Dead and cold with a bruised back

Got sick enough to only feel okay if I laid flat

I turn my head and everything would spin like an eight track

Now my legacy is twenty percent

They take their eighty, reinvest to make the profit immense

They wanna push me to the moon and get me stuck in y'all heads

A posthumous number one just means I'm already dead, yeah

It's no surprise that people flipflop quick

Saying, "Damn, y'all ruin brody with these TikTok hits"

Once an artist now a nuisance, bet they'll flame my shit

At least my brothers gon' be set, they getting K-Pop rich

You see the money and I bet your heart would skip three beats

I really wish that I could care but, dawg, I'm six feet deep

I never thought that after death my sound would reach its peak

Now, all that's left is falling off so I can rest in peace