Lyrics:
yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end
Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol
We loved you in black
We adored you in pink
Up
sell out
For fame
Nothing
But cowards
Screw fame
Couldn't
Give two
About it
Can live
Without it
Bitches
Sell souls
In them is
No talent
They know
cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
Porsche, yeah
Aspiring dancer
And she's tryna be an actrеss too
She got a trust fund
That she still ain't got no access to
Shе falls in love with every
And I love that even though I'm just chasin',
Selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy nathan.
Watch out all you rappers cuz they finna let 'Crae in,
pull up with three K's, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set,
God[02:48.54]Please protect that boy[02:49.48]Down there with seraph eyes[02:51.05]I'm terrified; terrorized by the lengths[02:53.44]Of my imaginative mind[02:54.85]Is
cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate
a position
To meet Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Run-D.M.C and induct them into the motherf- Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only hall of fame I'll
for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring
fall out (But we fall out)
Why you tryin to work if you gon' call out (Uh)
You gotta put in work (Put in work)
I been cooking every day (Every day)
paint on it
Florida Boy, politicking with the fangs on em
Bumping Uncle Luke, riding out to change the game on em
Tip toeing anxiety, straining for a sign
with a dream living life in a dream
Beam like there's a spotlight on me Blinded by shine that I bring to the scene
You see
Can't drown out my voice this
away, but I'm bound by this
Like a chain, can't escape, wrapped around my fists
Fall out Boy, Fall Out Boy, blasting through some JBLs
All that noise,
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that
thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that
And ain’t trying to sell my soul boy
For the fame and the money in the game
I do this by myself
Even though I fall I don’t cares I will try it again
And I
Hook:
Fame is not the game..its why I put it on my name..Soaring over unlimited levels..nothing was the same..Holy Spirit come in..let my appetite be
lame
But it's all ok cause one day people will be singin out my name!
Aye youngin in the game yeah boy that's me
Right now people don't even know about
to be in Hall of Fame
Soon to be in Hall of Fame
They gone feel me now
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
And I'm riding till the wheels fall off
And I'm
Yesterday
Now you're thrown away
Same rise and fall
Who cares at all?
Seduced by fame
A moth into the flame
Twisted backstabbing wicked
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