Lyrics:
Mmm...hmm...hmm...mmm...hmm...
Yeah, yeah
When I was a young boy
I had visions of fame
They were wild and they were free
They were blessed
Don't talk big game but I'm on the field and I'm out here making plays
And there's some of y'all that cant make
Top 10
If you fall in that line please do
on a walk of fame
Climbing the Hollywood sign with no shame
Getting drunk in avalone club things go insane
Fall asleep in santa monica beach sand
I'm gonna
To God you some pussies
I can see it in your face
Nigga you a mothafuckin' rookie
Nigga hold up, nigga run out of here
Cause ya boy kinda fast
Ya boy say
the world
Is fall in love by walks of all men and women, it's all boys and girls
When you feel your life's too hard
Just go have a talk with Good
[Snoop
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started getting' ignored
I warned him,
gottem yelling out my name
I swear that I'm addicted to the fame
I see dark clouds hoping it'll rain
Dark clouds hoping it'll rain
I'm in my own lane, in
Fresh young boy I no dey for
Cause I know say all my enemies go fall
Nothing weh dem fit to talk
Make you know say I will always be ontop
Anything I
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggas, and hoes
Let me ask you a question,
Why give a bitch fame
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
Come on boys and girls
Play the telephone game
Whisper to one person
It's hella gon change
They whisper to someone else and tell the wrong thang
don't fall in love with a boy like that oh
The kind of boy who never calls you back
And he never has the time to ever work it out oh yea
Don't fall in
trying to find myself
I'm trying to figure it out
Do I do it for myself or the fame and the clout
I'm trying to figure it out
By myself I don't want no
I don't got time to be
Waisting time
You better fall in line or
Get away from mine
Cut you off if i don't
Feel your vibe
Trust cuz i'm going to be
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
out of my damn mind
Say this fame is damn yours
Steal it now it's damn mine
I'm looking so damn fine
Shawty say I'm damn fine
My smile's a damn crime
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok, ok, ok, ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of divine
I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok,
I'm going out to get fucked up
Pretty boy, blood star
Blue blood, black body bag
I'm a skinzoid anemic
A murdered timeline
Lay it down into the soil
ima get what i want boy Windy roads on the mountains I had to see it all From the city of poverty had to be it all We look out to the stars
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