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So what is fame what is fame
This is why we play the game
Need, everyone to know my name
Need, Zee to stick inside your brain
I don’t really make

it, they want it, they wanted some more
What you think I'ma do? Give 'em some more
What you think I'ma do? Make all my dough
Go out by RABBA and sell

I wouldn’t say I’m from the trap but i drunk from the tap 
My life won’t by the water
If life was a motherfucking drink machine that bitch stayed out

ngiyabulala umuntu
Anyway hala when you touch down I love you

Yeah the ghost of Kingpin just confirmed your fears
A new drop 2016
Could start right here
Now

a chance
Long dance

Written in the air, my words are
Blessed by everything
I thought of all these songs
That I can never sing

I had to find my

Grew up poor, it's news to no one we got common stories
Few just go pursue the dough, we tryna cop the trophy
Dreams have manifested, green has been

Knockin' me off into the ledge
Foot fungus in my head
Knockin' me off into the ledge
Foot fungus in my head
I can close my eyes and never play your game
But

listens I die inside
I try and try but some days I just can't get by
Smoke and smoke still some days I just can't get high
Wonder is it life or the devil

to realize that that's what we're missing
Played by the rules that you said were fair
Just more lies that were never made bare

Life's a game where I've lost

Excuse me if i'm tired
This new to me you know
This vision I want to hold
This vision controls me and everything, you know what it's like to leave

became such a bore
Got a new bitch at the store
The fuck is she needed for?
Well fuck it, pull down your pants
I'm talkin' pussy galore
Let's go
Numb,

The kids stay home alone
While their mama's on the go
Grandma's strung out too
So is there even any hope?
Bill collectors call on a new iphone
And homies

you don't eat if you ain't with us sweating in the kitchen 
So I've been taking time with the hits 
Now let this new high settle in
I'm tryna own

The kids stay home alone
While their mama's on the go
Grandma's strung out too
So is there even any hope?
Bill collectors call on a new iphone
And homies

myself
Whenever I'm waking up
Couldn't get a better life than this
Nice crib new car dope wife
And enough bud
To put in a cbd hemp blunt
Shit I'm feeling

the country
Met a new plug down to front me
Said if I run they got dump me
Young niggas sit back and think bout the money
I caught yo hoe on alert
Gave her

strong
Pocket swole fuck a friend 
Get the gross now I'm on
Money long money long
Money long

This shit is crazy 
This shit is new
This shit was bound
My

Team full of saints
Non of us are sinners (AYS)
Harden in the paint
All my boys are winners
New to the game but I am not a beginner
Showing you slow

times got me Hating
Got me waiting
Why they kill another man
From the same gun that made by a man
Why they still keep
Hating revenge ain't a plan

the lanes, rubbing the paint
Chasing the money, there's new roads to pave 
This an impossible mission, the studio kitchen
I'm gripping the pistol, good luck

In the field of dreams I ball like the major league
And all signs point to me as the apparent king
Stay on top of my game, ability’s acclaimed
I

broke I couldn't pay tuition 
From where they practice on they killing like a new religion 
Everybody strap from grown ups down to all the children

on the table
Days go by and it's nothing new
All because of you I'm in a fucking stir
Once was red now is blue
And I'm so lost on the thought of you

But I

He was born to sing in harmony and sang of oceans blue
Of storms and whales and sailor's tales and Foundlands old and new
Of roving blades and busty