Royal Dust

Every single bar is a counterfeit bill,

Take it to the bank and it’s coming up nil.

You’re allergic to reality, scared of the light,

Crawling out from the shadows only late in the night.

Honestly? At this point, I ain't even trying to spine-check,

You’re a hazard to yourself, man, you need a reality check.

Truth hurts, I know, but let me break it down clean:

You’re the fakest motherfucker that this game’s ever seen.

So go ahead, spin the yarn, write another tall tale,

Because even in your dreams, you’re destined to fail.

Yeah, keep talking that talk, keep putting on the show

Fact is, you’re better off lying, 'cause the truth lets you go