"Ayo... they told me money screams,

[Intro: Voce distorta su un pianoforte blues, poi BAM – beat boom-bap] "Ayo... they told me money screams, but all my racks came whisperin'... that’s the paradox, huh?" "I sold my soul for confetti! (Confetti!) Fake cheers got me heavy... (Heavy!) Now I’m sweatin’ in the spotlight, askin’: ‘Was the cost really petty?!’" (Verse 1 ] 20K for a chain – cool, but my nephew needs braces... I bought the hype, now my heart’s in a suitcase, Airport Lounges, but I’m still in the rat race! Social climbers sellin’ "lifestyle porn", Meanwhile my therapist’s like: "Bruh, you mourn?" I said: "Nah, I’m just adjustin’ to the fame—" Then cried in the Maybach... man, this ain’t a game. [Pre-Chorus – hot voice man] "And I— I just wanna breathe again, Not just achieve again... What’s the point of the gold, if the story ain’t told?..." [HOOK RIPETUTO – con CORI GOSPEL] [Verse 2 ] They monetize pain, put a price on the struggle, Turn trauma to content— man, that’s vulture culture! I bought a mansion, but the plumbing’s weak... Kinda like my values when the checks gon’ speak. Grandma said: "Boy, love don’t trend—" Now I’m tryna refund all the time I spent! [Bridge – SOLO PIANO, voce rotta] "Maybe the real flex is... not postin’ your flex. Maybe the kingdom... ain’t really what’s next..." [Outro – BEAT SI DISSOLVE, voce eco] "Cash for confetti... but the party don’t last. What’s the exchange rate... for your past?"