The Most Important Things Aren't Things

Finally, turned down million dollar deals Labels like vultures, all chasin' a mil' Man, they just beggin' to sign me like I'm 'bout to blow up So they can make 20 percent when I show up I don't need the shit that you offer me Swear my career isn't your fuckin' lottery Don't want to be the next relevant topic Or verified check, put the team in an office I just wanna make my music, get paid, fuck off Help the fans out the dark when they feel lost I won't make green just to give you a piece No LA dreams for the boy, tough seats So fuck being famous, I don't entertain it You're lucky I even showed up to that lame shit How can I say this? All that shit heinous All of that smoke and mirror shit tainted And I know that it's hard sometimes, but don't let go The world will keep on movin' Without you, so let them know, know, know If I die in peace, will the reaper weep? Will you take my hand? Will the reaper weep? If I die in fame, will they know my name? Will it stay the same or will it fade away? If I die in peace, will the reaper weep? Will you take my hand? Will the reaper weep? If I die in vain, will they know my name? Will it stay the same or will it fade away