When I die put my money in that casket
'Lot of fake ass friends and strangers gonna try and grab it
I owe nothing to 'em baby, middle finger to 'em baby
I recall your face, you're the dude who told me I won't make it
Thinking you gon' do this job for fun but you got too much haters
You didn't think this came with flavors
Fame, is that your favorite craving?
You're f*cked up, Hollywood style
Don't think, you can go that mile
Don't think, you can stay for awhile
You're too lost just slow it down
I try to make my way inside this industry
I get nothing but the haters and they bitch to me
Say they love me to my face, but they ain't shit to me
I'm gonna move so far away that you will never see
Me again and I know it's sad
But it sucks 'cause I won't turn it back
Monday through Sunday I think that I'm not enough
I know that I'll f*ck it up
I know that I'm so in love
And I wonder what happens when we lie and die