[Verse] Do you see the gold chain, or the scars on my chest? Weighing me up, like I’m cash at a desk. Fuck your metrics, your numbers, your checklists, I’m a soul with a gift, not a box on a guest list. Is it the drip or the drought that you care for? The crowd roar, or the pain I pour? Eyes glazed like they scanning my worth, But I’m a king with no throne, no turf. [Prechorus] Do you measure me in grams or guts? In vibes or bucks? In love or lust? [Chorus] When you look at me, how do you value me? In the glow of the stage, or the shadow I bleed? Is it my music, my money, or my misery? Tell me, how the fuck do you value me? [Verse 2] Is my face just a mask, a façade for your screens? Do you stream my pain or my wildest dreams? Got a pocket full of sins and a head full of screams, But all you see is my chain and my seams. You count my digits, not the bars I spit, You love my shine, but not the fire it lit. Judged by the frame, not the art within, Do you value the fight, or just the win?
