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Aye we not the same
I chase for paper, the money, the fame
You chasin' bitches can't pull em you lame
Don't play that shit nigga this ain't a game

like December 

see my next move its time 

We straight 

Don't get outta line 

They took the fame to the face

Money took over they mind 
.
.

But they

change
They say stay dangerous
Life is a deadly game
Flame scorching
So give me the fortune
And keep the fame

Yeah this is the kind of music
That will

I know they tryna chase da fame
Why they down each other mane
I go solo
Keep good lord almighty on my chain
Sometimes I doubt myself but mane
No one

ohh)
I done seen a lot of things,
(yeah yeah, ohh)
Animosity and pain,
(yeah yeah, ohh)
That was right before the fame,
(yeah yeah, ohh)

I was born

going to happen like that too and I just want to make sure I'm ready


I've decided to talk about a subject that is really misunderstood by almost

la raison
Fuck, tu n'as pas raison
Diapason dans le froc fame
Disparition, rentre à la maison
Personne dans le cockpit
Place que pour mes partitions

made it through the fire
I feel like the truth in a game full of liars
I said fuck the fame boy that wasn't my desire
I'm just rolling up all my pain

Murder one cause it's gone be a homicide
Lotta dead rapper and they momma crying
Give no fuck about no clout or the fame just put respect on my name

want nobody else
They testing my expertise
When on the beat I make shit melt
Spitting flames chasing the fame
Can't blame the game, it's win or lose
One

At a stormy night
Where roughly voices and darkly
Tunes ring out
He rides fast by forests and meadows
Lead of a magic power it does not
Know a grace

and whine
And wipe away with your fame
You say, you've got control of the switch now
But somehow you're not to blame
The whole world is right at your throat

your kids eat right since you living on my name
Focus on the right things, stop chasing down the fame
Not what you think (Not what you think) not what

Omalitsha you be fine no debate
Nou di last you don dey chop from the fame
You no dey worry you dey play this your game
This your game This your game is

push through
Don't place blame
When I'm with you
I'm with you, I feel good
I don't need fame
But still chase, I maintain
Out of those woods
I got lost,

like every night them hoes ain't get treated the same
We winnin it's why they complain
We work for the money not fame
We ain't ever needed help
Walkin

him, he look up to me, we are not the same
It's ok Lil bitch you lame and ion do this for the fame
I been having paper baby this ain't nothing new to me

end, Oh God)
Ndutaraga mahitia kana urore githithi
(You do not count our wrongs Neither judge men by their Appearance)
No niutwamukagira Na wendo Waku

city on my back like it's my last name
I need the money need the bag
Bitch I'm past fame
Hang my jersey in the stands
In my last game
I put my city on my

really i just know he pocket watching
Tried to fake the fame fasho stop all that shit and just come out of the closet
Walking out the bank now im waiting

turnt
Bad bitches cocaine
She insane
She love brain
She want it all want the money and the fame
She in pain taking drugs for the hurt
She always complain

the fame
I'm looking out for people who would never do the same
So don't even come around you can't heal my pain
Don't even come around you can't feel my

Haaaaa, Yeeah
Woooh,aye
Geezy
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaaaa
Marching with them bands, running up the check
Fuck the fame,I got

Can you see the mirage in your own entourage
You think it aint real but just heal with massage
But the tension is camouflaged by ego and applause
No