All the Legends Seem to Die Out Video (MV)

It's time to come to terms with all these sad factors
I could a make whole playlist completely of dead rappers
Lil peep was in his sleep
X was buying a bike
Mac had overdosed
Juice was just last night
Most my inspirations dead
Still hasn't gotten through my head
When it's all been done and said
The industry is feeling vague
My worry is for whose next
Would there be a warning text
All these artist suicidal and all the we say is please don't die so
Appreciate the nicer things
Died after I made the type beat
All these words I'm typing
Strike my mind like lightning

Money get sad, like this
Fame will get you sad, like this
Hate will get you mad, like this
The game will get you bad, like this

These people are more than some artists
Posthumously discarded
And for the day when I go
Play me on the radio
Finish up my albums
Donate the final outcome
In regards to the features
I trust my friends don't pick leachers
I'm sitting on the bleachers
Fiddling with my fingers
Wondering the same thing
As all the other thinkers
Do they see the reaction of their fans
Do they see the reaction of their fam
Rest in peace to A$AP Yams
Does anyone else really give a damn
I'm staring at my plate, and see
All the kids who say, they can not eat
Memories dictated by a tweet
If a fake fan sad they he ain't gonna speak

Money get sad, like this
Fame will get you sad, like this
Hate will get you mad, like this
The game will get you bad, like this

So make a wish upon a star
Dreams of driving super cars
And if you make it there one day
You might be gone the next parade
Trampled by the cavalcade
All the parties truly lame
When you're not there to celebrate
You'll freestyle at heavens gate