A hundred thousand records sold I've been dreaming 'bout this moment since I was seven years old I should probably go home Ride around the city with the top back, screaming "fuck y'all" with a megaphone Y'all already know, I did it independent, controversial records Since I made it, lost so many fucking friendships I wish that I could say I learned my lesson, I regret it But the only place I give a fuck's an alternate dimension All this negative attention, what a waste of breath Give a fuck about the odds, y'all should place your bets Play your cards and then complain I rigged the game, go 'head change the deck I got nothing but some aces left Looking back, all I see is people who are bitter And if they look my direction, all they'll see is middle fingers Probably hit me up on Twitter, I'ma miss it though I ain't worried 'bout a pistol till the trigger's pulled
I just wanna be a legend while I'm still alive It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die These gravestones, these gravestones (x2)
Lately, I've been living a dream I blew out the candles and wished for this when I was sixteen Ripped jeans Now I'm hanging out the window of a limo like "What's up, bitch? It's me" Don't trip, I'm just winning, hoe Tried to tell 'em that I'm wicked though I just did a show, every ticket sold, never miss the goal, I don't hit the post, and I ain't keeping score But shit's official when the whistle blows I'm offensive, I respect if you don't feel it But my dog just died, so I got bigger shit to deal with than feelings Stay mad, I'ma keep to myself I'ma do it for the people who really needed my help The death threats all preceded my wealth Turns out it's ghost stories they repeatedly tell, uh And every man needs to know where he came from 'Cause he's headed for a gravestone
I just wanna be a legend while I'm still alive It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die These gravestones, these gravestones (x2)
Every single night has been a blur I've been hella tired of hearing I should wait my turn I'm just taking what I earned Y'all still owe me for the songs you never heard Couple hundred million views, not even close to what they worth Hella people acting like they work Claim they got a bag, but they barely got a purse Claim the grass is greener, but I touch it and it's turf Claim your team is wolves, y'all ain't even rocking fur I'm just sick of all the fake, I don't like the way they move I don't like the things they say, I know none of that is true They say they've been at the lake, but they're really at the pool They say they be getting paid, but they only rent a room I moved my family out the hood like we're not made for the ghetto And I'm so close to the top that when I yell, there's an echo I get anxiety whenever a new stranger says hello Fifty minutes of fame became a two-hour special, what's up?
I just wanna be a legend while I'm still alive It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die These gravestones, these gravestones (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
