[Chorus]

I end up speaking 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 'til I make it and they deem me as a god

Blood, sweat, agony, tell me what it cost

I signed the dotted line and then I felt it in my palms

The demons writing all my songs

[Verse]

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 – Label's 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

[Pre-Chorus]

I might have to be the dropout that inspires you all

How many lines I gotta write 'til I'm on top of you all?

How many Ms to make a billion and I'm rich for all my children?

I want hotels with my last name Lewis, fuck Hilton

[Chorus]

I end up speaking 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 'til I make it and they deem me as a god

Blood, sweat, agony, tell me what it cost

I signed the dotted line and then I felt it in my palms

The demons writing all my songs