Prple Drip and Noah Zelem - What's Here

Shouldn't I be happy now? I made it
Shouldn't I be satisfied? I'm famous
Worked my whole life for this for greatness
Now everyone knows me and what my name is
My car is foreign and my house is spacious
But the journey here was far from painless
Take my career and put it in stasis
Don't wanna fall off the thought got me anxious
The pressure's unbearable I barely function
Don't think it's likable scrap the production
I do it for people and not for myself
Put me through hell a place that I'm stuck in
Now I got friends but they just want clout
Or money or fame or a job or shoutout
It ain't the same as when I first set out
People DMing me since they found out
They found out I climbed to the top
And so now I'm their homie and now they won't stop
They keep telling me I always helped you a lot
Can you do me a favor? No I cannot
Tryna remember the times that you thought of me
How can you say I'm the one who forgot?
So you went to the comments and said I fell off
Nah you tripping I worked for this fame that I got
Then I stopped to think maybe I'm the one who's tripping
I made it to the top but I feel so distant
From the ones that I love man it got me missing
My days as a human but the time is ticking
I'm falling apart look at my condition
I'm rich but I'm broke and I need some fixing
God I wanna go back now I'm reminiscing
Will I ever be the same? Imma keep on wishing
Think back to before I was big
They secretly knew I was lit
But only my friends would admit
When I tried to flex they told me to sit
Now everyone tells me I'm bigger than big
I see through the lies and the holes that you dig
It hurts me inside 'cause I can't trust my friends
Turn off my phone my ex calling again
I ain't trusting my friends I ain't trusting myself
And the people who care about me and my health
I ain't trusting my God when I'm needing some help
Only trust in my fame only trust in my wealth
It's funny the money says "in God we trust"
But then it turned to a god but then it turned to dust
He told me that the love of money is the root of all evil
But I keep tryna fit a camel through the eye of a needle
The lack of money used to be my problem never thought it would turn into having too much
Real fake old new friends calling and I gotta choose which calls I pick up
Climb all these steps til I hit the top I look and there's no one around
Hit the stars but now I'm falling it's ironic I just wanna hit the ground
Living my dreams on stage but now looking out I just wanna be the crowd
Looking at all I achieved but I'm starting to doubt if this is what life is about
Coulda sworn that my vision was clear
Now I'm seeing it all disappear
'Cause I thought that this was my year
But if this is it then what's here?

Written by:
Noah Zelem, Jonah Fictum

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