[Chorus]

I'm not famous

Broke and shameless

Walking stages

No complaints but

I'm not famous

Broke and shameless

Walking stages

No complaints but

[Verse 1: renzo]

I feel sick to my stomach

Might blow chunks but I love it

Don't give two fucks for nothin'

Might ruin my life for somethin'

Shit I'm bored of all the inconsistencies

Are you feeling me?

Fame and glory isn't all I need, but I am willing, see?

Make me a martyr, thanks for rusting my comfort

Tell your bitch she could hop in, give "pussy murder" new meaning

All red on my white tee (On my white tee)

[?] on my [?] (On my [?])

[?] America, that's what's an ideology

(Huh)

[Chorus]

I'm not famous

Broke and shameless

Walking stages

No complaints but

I'm not famous

Broke and shameless

Walking stages

No complaints but

[Verse 2: renzo]

I've fallen off the edge of expectations

Fuck all the oppositions

Fuck a reputation

I've fallen off the edge of expectations

(Spit and choking for the masses, dreams of stardom, expectations)

Fuck all the oppositions

(Having no clue what to make of)

Fuck a reputation

(No one's going to pretense, tense, tense, tense, tense, tense, tense)

[Verse 3]

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Man I don't even make music

Take a break, skip the [?]

While my sippy blowing up

Like the world, [?] yeah

Packing up these sisters separated from the pressure

Hustle, crush the competition, there's nothing to it baby please

And I even been the best that I could be

I ain't even spent 130 minutes on this beat

And I said the same things I said about carne

That it's really nothin' special but neither is y'alls shit, uh

I take it one door at a time

Because I never learned to make it past 16, 17, 18, 9

I'm not good enough to whine

Every bow with every line

That's why I copy-pasted lyrics from another song of mine

I'm not old enough to rhyme

My empress is fucking riches

Missed the Mrs, now the Queen and King, they talk their shit and hide

I'm not one to try to find

I'm impulsive, not impatient

And compulsive not complacent

Just hold me back from being my-

[Verse 4]

Drip too much for the skeptics

Seem everything we touch be sick bruh, give off an essence

Maybe try to smoke it, maybe gain a little perspective

Maybe I'll lace it, do half the work for the detectives

No my grip ain't tenacious

My grip staying waistless

All my life, them and mines the promises been baseless

But no one can stop me, nor can copy what makes me

Got 20 years on 80s

I be duckin' all the hazing

Oh what I'm gon' be

(I wonder, wonder)

No end to the path that I see

Got so many branches grew leaves

Melodramatic I need

Time to know what it mean

Systematically lead myself to conquer these things

Can't you see me (Oh mother, mother)

Can't you understand my struggle

When half the time the self-inflicted violence pops my bubble

Sifting rubble, tryna piece me back together

I plea for me, wash up quick, 'cause I quit, and that's it