I created myself an empire
But got no one to share with
When I decide to retire
I don’t want to think about Cheryne


Name another with 500
Let alone 4 or even 3
People crave what I have
But it’s stressful
When the world is fascinated with me
I used to believe
The energy
I sent out to the universe
Will attract liked minded folks
But the jokes
On me
Cause I still find myself getting dinner with tragedy
Kids know who Zoan is
Whether they in America or Asia
So numb to the headlines and the fame
Whether they choose to love ya or hate ya
I want a discography I could show my daughter
I want to show my works to my future son
The world beckons to be my oyster
But they can’t feel the weight and loneliness
Of Kevin Chun

No one wants to seem to commit
What good is being the shit
And making countless hits
When you don’t got no one to come through to at your own crib
Even if they made of you thousands of memes and gifs
Fit the qualifications on a list
But they still on some corny biz
How hypocritical
That they both respect and hate you
When you break the silence and go on a power trip
I became the greatest
But as of today, I’m just one of the latest
Celebrities that fucking despises fame
What good is being the one who changed the rap game
If you couldn’t get your closes friends to change
I feel like I conquered
Made proud the username of galbimonster
But can’t find one to cuddle with when I go to sleep
Lost the appetite for serenity when all I can cook up is some beef