[Verse 1: Luke Christopher]
It's been about four years I've been under this bed
Watching labels picking up these sorry n***as instead
All the lies from the haters filling up my head
Truth is you need a record deal to get that bread
They say, we serve beneath you but I serve the people
Under the impression that words can be lethal
This is one for the world but it comes from a village
People take advantage the first chance they pillage
Just the way you treat a n***a who conjures your reality
Corporate can't squeeze the information out of me
He came from a bar, hopped in the car
Killed the whole family, now he forever scarred
And he had a change of heart, I said not from negativity
I said just to make you realize how this could be
Life that is, we lacking positivity
Now give me 88 keys, a paper, and a pencil please
And I control the abstract world, the abstract money
But the real ass girls
Give 'em plenty pearls, and sit up in a castle
Only to realize I'm becoming an asshole
And these days life is but a battle
You never hear you coming unless your tail starts to rattle
I rode an asteroid to a black hole
Starving in possession of a poisonous apple
[Outro: Luke Christopher]
Well, uh, I guess I see fame as this poisonous apple
'Cept I'm starving
I got no other food