Gravestones - Tom MacDonald

A hundred thousand records sold

I’ve been dreaming 'bout this moment since I’m seven years old

I should probably go home

Ride around the city with the top back, screaming «fuck y’all» with the

megaphone

Y’all already know, I did it independent, controversial records

Since I made it, lost so many fucking friendships

I wish that I could say I learned my lesson, I regret it

But the only place I give a fuck’s an alternate dimension

All this negative attention, what a waste of breath

Give a fuck about the odds, y’all should place your bets

Play your cards and then complain I rigged the game, go 'head change the deck

I got nothing but some aces left

Looking back, all I see is people who are bitter

And if they look my direction, all they’ll see is middle fingers

Probably hit me up on Twitter, I’mma miss it though

I ain’t worried 'bout a pistol to the trigger’s pole

I just wanna be a legend while I’m still alive

It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die

It’s gravestones, it’s gravestones

I just wanna be a legend while I’m still alive

It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die

It’s gravestones, it’s gravestones

Lately, I’ve been living a dream

I blew out the candles and wished for this when I was sixteen

Ripped jeans

Now I’m hanging out the window of a limo like, «What's up, bitch?

It’s me»

Don’t trip, I’m just winning, hoe

Tried to tell 'em that I’m wicked though

I just did a show, every ticket sold, never miss the goal, I don’t hit the post,

and I ain’t keeping score

But shit’s official when the whistle blows

I’m offensive, I respect if you don’t feel it

But my dog just died, so I got bigger shit to deal with than feelings

Stay mad, I’mma keep to myself

I’mma do it for the people who really needed my help

The death threats all preceded my wealth

Turns out it’s ghost stories they repeatedly tell, uh

And every man needs to know where he came from

'Cause he’s headed for a gravestone

I just wanna be a legend while I’m still alive

It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die

It’s gravestones, it’s gravestones

I just wanna be a legend while I’m still alive

It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die

It’s gravestones, it’s gravestones

Every single night has been a blur

I’ve been hella tired of hearing I should wait my turn

I’m just taking what I earned, y’all still owe me for the songs you never heard

Couple hundred million views, not even close to what they worth

Hella people acting like they work

Claim they got a bag, but they barely got a purse

Claim the grass is greener, but I touch it in its turf

Claim your team is wolves, y’all ain’t even rocking fur

I’m just sick of all the fake, I don’t like the way they move

I don’t like the things they say, I know none of that is true

They say they’ve been at the lake, but they’re really at the pool

They say they be getting paid, but they only rent a room

I moved my family out the hood like we’re not made for the ghetto

And I’m so close to the top that when I yell, there’s an echo

I get anxiety whenever a new stranger says hello

Fifty minutes of fame became a two-hour special, what’s up?

I just wanna be a legend while I’m still alive

It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die

It’s gravestones, it’s gravestones

I just wanna be a legend while I’m still alive

It seems like hella rappers going platinum when they die

It’s gravestones, it’s gravestones