"dear labels" lyrics

I end up speakin to the beat like its a shrink I never see
Everytime I air it out I find it kinda hard to breathe
Everytime I think of memories of us
You and me
There's trauma underneath

And I fake it till I make it and they deem me as a god
Blood, sweat, agony, tell me what it costs
I signed the dotted line and then I felt it in my palms
The demons writing all my songs

Every single bar is so expensive you could pay the rent
No one thought I'd make it
Once I do I'm gonna go again

Rippin through the beat like I invented the pen
They wanna know where power lies (where?)
It's all in your head

I'm the person you're inspired by
Skinny kid with tired eyes
Instrumental murderer
I'm up until the dead of night

Hopefully I'm sick to them
Labels, execs, suits pushin music
While I lie in my bed

They don't really give a fuck
Until they see that mercedes
They want an album they can get it but it's fuck you pay me

I want that rolls with the curtain
I want that check with the commas
I want so many fucking zeros
My kids grandkids go to college

I might have to be the dropout that inspires you all
How many lines I gotta write
Till I'm on top of you all

How many M's to make a billion
And I'm rich for all my children
I want hotels with my last name
Lewis, fuck Hilton

I end up speakin to the beat like it's a shrink I never see
Everytime I air it out I find it kinda hard to breathe
Everytime I think of memories of us
You and me
There's trauma underneath

And I fake it till I make it and they deem me as a god
Blood, sweat, agony, tell me what it costs
I signed the dotted line and then I felt it in my palms
The demons writing all my songs