[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I don't give a fuck 'bout fame
[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
Came a long way since Crenshaw
Only whiteboy on the damn block
Every single day someone get shot
Drive-bys, drug deals, dead cops
Internet buzz turned full blown fame
Little bit of clout, turned biggest in the game
30 something number ones, everybody know my name
I ain't gon' lie, shit's strange
Hollywood homies are cool but they different
Thеy so obsessed with their brand and thеir image
I keep that shit at a comfortable distance
Fuck the whole industry, been independent
Everywhere I look I see me
Radio, magazine, Twitter, TV
I'm bored of the buzz, I've had more than enough
And performing in public ain't my cup of tea
Famous so dangerous, the game full of haters
They fake it to make it, they're chasing checks
The labels are Satan, the artists are slaves and when they don't make paper they're laid to rest
They lie to your face and there ain't no escapin'
Your name on the line till the day you're dead
I'm praying for safety, if one day they take me, the day I'm erased I got one request
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it's a lot of fucking pain
I'm just a guy, I don't give a fuck 'bout fame
[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
Came a long way since Crenshaw
Only whiteboy on the damn block
Every single day someone get shot
Drive-bys, drug deals, dead cops
Internet buzz turned full blown fame
Little bit of clout, turned biggest in the game
30 something number ones, everybody know my name
I ain't gon' lie, shit's strange
Hollywood homies are cool but they different
Thеy so obsessed with their brand and thеir image
I keep that shit at a comfortable distance
Fuck the whole industry, been independent
Everywhere I look I see me
Radio, magazine, Twitter, TV
I'm bored of the buzz, I've had more than enough
And performing in public ain't my cup of tea
Famous so dangerous, the game full of haters
They fake it to make it, they're chasing checks
The labels are Satan, the artists are slaves and when they don't make paper they're laid to rest
They lie to your face and there ain't no escapin'
Your name on the line till the day you're dead
I'm praying for safety, if one day they take me, the day I'm erased I got one request
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