Downgraded (Explicit)

Used to count my money by the stack penthouse views, never looking back Patek Philippe I never had time to check now I see what kept me such a wreck

******* handshakes in the VIP lounge called it living but was dying on that couch Hedge fund millions built on other people's debt now I know what karma's like when she collects

Thursday morning, SEC raided the floor Ponzi scheme crumbling, couldn't hide it anymore Repo truck outside, neighbors filming my shame my daughter asking"Daddy, will we play this game?"

That's the moment everything went black realized I'd been stabbing my own back

They froze accounts, left me with nothing but nothing cut through all my fronting when the pills stopped working on the pain had to face what lived inside my brain

Downgraded from that penthouse to this double-wide but now I see what money kept me blind Lost the Lambo, got a truck with rust that runs mud found myself when I ran out of lies

Downgraded, but the nightmares finally stopped no more fear of when the other shoe would drop riches to rags, but my blood pressure's low Sometimes you gotta break to really grow

Crystal chandeliers to ceiling fans trading ******* for calloused hands truffle oil to microwave burritos but I actually taste what feeds my soul, though

No more paranoia about the FBI wire when you ain't got ****, you got nothing they require sunrise hits different when you ain't checking futures peace comes cheap when you stop being users

They say money talks, but mine was screaming lies I say watch it burn ashes don't disguise what was rotten underneath the gold the futures I sold that weren't mine to sell

Corner office to a corner store but my daughter talks to me once more greed's a cancer that you feed with more now I know what I was hungry for

Downgraded from that mansion to this single-wide but I sleep without checking the door twice lost the yacht, got a pole in Lake Sinclair found myself when the lying was done

Downgraded, but I'm breathing without pills money couldn't pay these therapy bills Riches to rags, but I recognize my face sometimes you gotta lose to find your place

"They called it a downgrade... I call it detox from the American Dream... Night vision sees what daylight blinds you to... The poverty in being rich..."