(Intro) They said money and fame got you nowhere and I always thought they were full of shit, but now that I'm here... maybe they were right (Verse 1) Where did money ever get you It's funny that people ask me that question You see my new home and brand new whip is slicker than anything you've ever bought I got me a nice new stove and some new kinda pot with it Wanna try it with me I ought a rot for what I fought for huh You must be higher than a kite saying that shit man The new home not filling the hole in my heart Buying this kinda shit ain't fulfilling, it boring I must sound delusional right now, but I'm just echoing the same sentiment everyone has been for centuries I'm just trying to put myself on a new trajectorie But I'm indirectly fueling these harmful industries Which directly hurt the people If I stop doin what I'm doing it'll barely help anyone so how harmful is People call me a selfish asshole Damn, I guess I got devilish intent deep inside (Chorus) Maybe they were right 9x (Verse 2) You a lame ass bitch if you say fame don't help you If a common person slapped Chris Rock you think they wouldn't be in jail? I guess that ain't a positive though It just show how corrupt it all really is Fame can only get you so far I don't mean to interrupt, but that ain't wrong along I thought I was a champion gaining fame, but ain't nothing special bout it I've lost my flame while gaining fame Most famous people don't even have shame or common decency to admit it I'm here to commit Hollywood suicide and say I'm the first of many to admit it I'm probably blacklisted now But I'm a strategist I know when to fight and when not to This is the right time My rhymes so hard and my bars so tight they can't get rid of me So admist this chaos I'm here