[INTRO] Yeah... I'm tired. I'm fucking tired. I gave this everything I had. So why the fuck am I still outside the door? [VERSE 1 — RAPID FIRE] I put my heart in a notebook, blood in the ink, Pain in the pen, every word made me think, Every scar that I carry got carved in a line, Every tear that I swallowed got turned into rhymes. I'm crying on the page while I'm writing these songs, Ripping out my trauma just to prove I belong, While somebody does nothing and gets handed the crown, I'm giving them my soul and they still don't hear the sound. And I'm pissed— I'm fucking furious, Watching people get praised when they're barely serious. I'm digging through my soul just to make you feel something, They're making the same shit and somehow they're becoming something. Pain don't sell unless you dress it up pretty, Trauma ain't enough unless you make it look gritty, Talk about the money, the women, the drugs, And suddenly everybody gives a fuck. [PRE-CHORUS] What the fuck do I gotta give? How much of myself do I have left to rip? Do I gotta bleed through every fucking beat Before somebody finally hears me? [CHORUS — DARK / RESTRAINED] SUCCESS... I don't even know what the fuck that is. That shit don't happen for somebody like me. I keep giving everything I have to this, So why the fuck does it feel like I'm still unseen? SUCCESS... Maybe I'm chasing something that don't exist. Maybe the world wasn't built for someone like this. I keep putting my heart and my soul in these songs, But somehow I'm still the one who's getting left behind. [VERSE 2 — RAPID FIRE / DARKER] Sex, money, drugs, alcohol—there's the formula, Turn destruction into profit, make the suffering marketable. Everybody loves the demon till the demon starts revealing All the skeletons inside that nobody wants to deal with. They shake hands with the devil just to skip the struggle, Want the crown without the climb, want the reward without the hustle. But I'm an MC— That's the only fucking thing I ever wanted to become. Not a product on a shelf, Not a number when I'm done, Not a voice inside a contract That somebody else can own. When the lights go out, Who's gonna care about the person underneath? Who's gonna remember all the nights I couldn't fucking sleep? Or am I just another voice That keeps making somebody money After I'm gone? [PRE-CHORUS] I don't wanna sell my soul to finally get a chance. I don't wanna lose myself just to shake somebody's hand. I wanna build something real enough to leave behind. Something my family can inherit when I'm gone. [CHORUS — DARK / RESTRAINED] SUCCESS... I don't even know what the fuck that is. That shit don't happen for somebody like me. I keep giving everything I have to this, So why the fuck does it feel like I'm still unseen? SUCCESS... Maybe I'm chasing something that don't exist. Maybe the world wasn't built for someone like this. I keep putting my heart and my soul in these songs, But somehow I'm still the one who's getting left behind. [BREAKDOWN — RAPID FIRE] Fuck the shortcuts! Fuck the fake smiles! Fuck pretending that I'm fine! Fuck watching people half-ass everything And get ten times what I find! I'm still here! Still writing! Still fighting! Still bleeding! Turning every fucking nightmare Into something worth believing! Take the spotlight! Take the money! Take whatever the fuck you can! But there's one thing You will never fucking have— MY SOUL! [FINAL CHORUS] SUCCESS... Maybe now I know what that means. It's building something that'll outlive me. If my children never have to live the life I lived, Then every fucking scar was worth what it gave me. SUCCESS... I don't need the world to believe. I just need to leave something behind me. Something my bloodline can stand on someday. That's success. [OUTRO] I'm still here. Still breathing. Still writing. Still believing. Maybe they don't see it yet... But I know what I put into this. SUCCESS.
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