Success and fame
Its hard pill to swallow
Here today gone tomorrow
When did life become about an instagram follow
Fake it till you make is the Modo
Everybody's putting on a facade
That's what makes em' look hard
Got a flashy car but you still live with your motha
You flaunt money like a robber
Don't kid yourself it was borrowed
Why don't people turn the other cheak
Guess they too afraid to practice what they preach
I've Learned my lessons Served my time
There's no reason there's no rhyme
To feel this hollow inside
Building an empire
Just to watch it crumble
Sex drugs n money is the root of all evil
The devils working overtime making all his free throws
Preying on our minds especially when we feel low
Why do people care what others think
I guess they too To caught up in material things
I've Learned my lessons Served my time
There's no reason there's no rhyme Yeah
To feel this hollow inside
Fallen victim to the hate popping pills and fornicate
That's the message they portray while lying to each others face
Fallen stars taking bars acting like they living large
Open wounds battle scars just from trying to make a mark
Robbing youth eyes blind where the hero's of our time
They can knock us down but they can't knock us off our grind
They can knock us off our grind They can knock us off our grind
Success and fame
It's hard pill to swallow
Here today gone tomorrow
When did life become about an instagram follow
Fake it till you make is the Modo
That's what make em' look hard
You flaunt money like a robber
Don't kid yourself it was borrowed
Too feel this Hollow inside