Verse 1:
Everyone wanna pick apart their maker,
Thinking they’re a heroine; en guarding against danger.
Be very wise, son, for the taste of success can lead to a diabetic seizure.
Leaving ya feeling nothing but contempt like a heroin addict that lost everything they ever wagered.
You can swing for the fences, brother, but not everyone will make it major.
Some are born to be stars, while others are born to be servers.
That's why slavery won't die, kid; cause we all fall under something or someone we call master.
Some claim to be the Goat till they get bucked off their throne, leaving them looking like nothing more than some buck-toothed bastard.
That's what happens when you never feed your hunger with humility!
Glazing amongst a bunch dick riders, unaware they are giving you nothing but STD’s.
Leading you to become your own most significant liability!
So, desperate to wear the crown but can't contain the weight of it, G.
Blind to the irony, delusional and too narcissistic to face the reality.
Hook:
They all wanna rise, but they fall from the top,
Chasin’ after dreams till the dreams make ‘em rot.
Heavy is the crown, but the heart stay hollow,
Lead the blind today, but who gon’ lead tomorrow?
Caught up in the chase, can’t see what they lack,
Run too fast, son, and you can’t run it back.
Cravin’ that shine while the shadows stay deep,
Masters of the moment, but slaves in their sleep.