Money or Fame
(CHORUS)
Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again

Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again


(VERSE 1)
This year i stopped giving fucks about
Anybody who just wanna judge me, but
I'm so completed in my raps, abilities
I sit down in the middle of my room
Meditating trynna reach a higher me
But its so complicated
I been watching clips of slim shady
Trynna outperform him, having vivid imaginations
Of one day standing on   stage out rapping him
And the fans going ballistic shit
Wondering who the hell Powell Lumor is
I'm thе heir to the throne now timеs up bitch


(CHORUS)
Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again

Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again

(VERSE 2)
Quicker than a couple of thieves with
Guns and masks trynna rob your shit
Richer, coulda fucked your bitch but i switched my
Focus to the rapping and shit, Damn
I gotta blow so i sow, my time in the ground
Got no time for trivial shit, I'm a lion with a mane
Wrong move motherfucker, its over
Had to stop smoking that doja
Now i can say that i'm sober
It was too much paranoia

Oh oh oh oh oh blessings, blessings
Ashy ass knees on the ground got me begging
For a chance to the top of the zenith
Fuck my life, i just want it
Want it bad , write me back, take my soul
I'm a man, not a boy, i'm ready for this life
Visible in my eyes, like a dragon breathing fire AH
Like a dragon breathing fire AH


(CHORUS)
Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again

Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again

(VERSE 3)
Well i didn't wanna sell my soul to the devil on TV
Motherfuckers told me, Powell Lumor
We can give you everything youve ever dreamed of
Nah, you ain't so slick, i know your tricks
Wanna get me to sign a contract
But i know how this will end up, so fuck you bitches
I don't need your money, all i need is freedom
Fuck your riches, I can go this journey all alone
I'm different
I don't really need shit from you and i'm so glad never
Signed your contract,what a death trap
Now the truths out, rather scrap scrap
Through the mud mud, and come out like Arnold all
Naked with a gun on my waist and spray lead
You fucking imbecilles think you can trick me oh no
Fuck that, I can change the world, starting with the man in
The mirror yall, Never doubt yourselves
Chase your dreams even if you poor
(CHORUS)
Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again

Is it money or the fame
Is it happiness I am
Searching for in my songs
By trynna be great every time
That i drop again