[Intro]
The Cost of Fame
[Verse 1]
The cost of fame
That sh*t is expensive
But these young broke kids
Will pay the price for it
No this ain’t a diss
I’ve wanted it too
But I’ve just watched the people go in circles
All these people dying with notes found in they journals
And shot at life they had was thrown in a urinal
Because the game for some terminal
That’s either life or shelf life, still
It makes it easier to get on them pills
And be less versatile
And less inspired
And you lack the will that is required
When they label calls and you find out that you’ve been fired
And you lose all of that fame and money
And the days ain’t lookin sunny
You look at your past self and chuckle that’s funny
You just wanna be him
The one you wanted everyone to want to be
You think about that
Layin down as you O D
And that was all just part of your trip
When you smoke T H C
Mix it with that P C P
And that sh*t that starts with C
Wash it down with Hennessy
And a little ecstasy
With a handful of Oxy
Just to end your legacy
[Verse 2]
Sittin there on a Lazy Boy
With your homies
Thinkin of some crazy ploy
To get some racks
Without employ
You make a couple tracks
Soundin like they’d be enjoyed
Post em and they gainin traction
But what you don’t know is of the side effects of trap, son
Take another hit off that njoy
Get a call to sign away
And you think oh my god we’re made
So you sign your life away
You’re only eighteen
But they don’t know that you sip lean
You make it big up on the scene
Off this little sofa scheme
You get so filled with self esteem
That you just copped new Supreme
Thinkin that you’re livin your dreams
Live in a house, drivin in a beam, droppin a bean
They find you in the morning
House was already cleaned
You just streamed your death and downfall
To a million f*ckin people
Every person watched the screen
Your mama would scream
And you can’t be redeemed
You were on top of the world
Using racist words
And racial slurs
On the lean spurs
Now the leans spirts
Out of your mouth
Take that all the haters that doubt
You died for your dream
But they made you a meme
Because y’all couldn’t see
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I get a feeling
If I could ever just break through the ceiling
Of this rap game
I could get the acclaim and the fame
I’ve always wanted
You know I wouldn’t do coke, surely
Never shoot up the H
Try and die at an old age
And get out of this cage
This one goes out to all the ones we lost along the way when we were walking
Bet their killers took the L like their waking
Up in a prison cell
They’ve been dying
And it’s been hell
From them shooting
And all the drugs they’ve been taking and doing
They just blast blam bang all my doodies away
After all the events of today
Juice just had a seizure
And they put him in the freezer
Made me wanna bust my heater
Man you know that I’m still missing X
And Lil Peep
Feeling like I might just need a quantum leap
I never truly got over Mac Miller either
We need to stop with all the drugs and the guns
Don’t bust no slugs don’t bug out
And O D and go into the hole they dug out
That sh*t does damage to your body yo
We can just live in a world without violence
We can just live in a world where we hear some violins
These kids just never get a chance at life
They make a million then they die the next night
There will always be clout chasers there to show up with a gun or a knife
To end all the fun these kids are having in life
They’re here on day and then the next they get taken away
And then their other famous friends get depressed and turn to drugs from the thugs with the guns that take mama’s sons over some funds
Their album’s dropping in months
Could it be a publicity stunt?
I would say I might go light up a blunt
But I’m scared about my impact and the road that might send you down
It’s a difficult problem to confront
We lose them to some xans
We lose them to some percs
We lose them to some fans
We lose them and their work
And then the label exploits it
If they think you’re big enough
And they put out your weak sh*t
To sell it to some c*nt
Who can’t really see quality dip
Cause he’s too strung out on the drugs
These labels just fake and front
Call it a posthumous album
But it only exists to keep their record looking platinum
Maybe if we all just rebel against that sh*t and a fight has commenced we can flatten em
Never take advantage and stay actin dumb
[Outro]
Be careful if you try this
Fame could be death’s kiss
It’s coming for y’all kids
Don’t get people p*ssed
Don’t become no addicts
Don’t go on no freshman list
Don’t get no more ice on your wrist
Don’t get no gold necklace
Don’t make people jealous
Don’t get overzealous
Cause you’ll be helpless
No, no, please, please just don’t none of that sh*t
And you may miss
Fame’s checklist