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the door I can see the fans
Through roses on my feet doesn't even make sense 
I just want to do it my way I don't need no fans
I don't need you expectation

No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed

the fan would you ride
If they locked me up would you cry
With a blunt How I sit in the trap
Thumbin through bills of the cash
Went and put my whole team

Professional Rapper

Snoop Dogg

Professional Rapper

2015

it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been

Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely

I was a jit
I came up quick they thinks it’s fake my fans know I’m legit
No I won’t ever quit
No I won’t ever fold
I live life by a code
Forever stand

the best
Gotta know that I am
'Cause no one is better
Than who I am
If you wanna make a hit
Then look to me
If you want many fans
Then see what I see
Every

as a fan and nobody knew this
But he's the reason I got my name he's the reason I said fuck an alias
I'm just Chance, if by chance you're still listening bro

yeah she on it

Back back cause I need my own space
Yeah, and I'm never cappin' bout my pace no
By my side young dizzle in my ace
Looking in the mirror

Tacs (Tic Tac)

They call me "Lil Tune" but I go by, "Tunie"
No Netflix and chill, I'm watchin' a movie
I'm wearing no Nike, I'm rockin' that Gucci

fans
Just ask the bad bitch on my side (Oh yeah)
Bet she never tell you no lie
And I'm always rollin' with slime
But let us find out you a snake (You

What I Call Home

Colt Ford

Every Chance I Get

2011

the same
It's all about the fans, hell y'all can keep the fame

I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but

scribblin sin in my rhymes
Sinister minister cream tasting like vinegar
By any means, I'm swinging on any nigga dissing no pendulum
Jazzy boy broke, but step

I'm alive (while I'm here)
Fuck your love

I wanna know who's down to ride (nobody's clear)

Whos gonna be by my side
When shit Hits the fan (please

me all the way
Got Oriskany listening to everything I gotta say
I got a fan base and all the other shit I need
Gotta send my CD to the record company

rising like me
Always knew that I was dope
'Cause the dopest I be
And my fans let me know
I'm their favorite I be
Shaking things up
In this industry
When

Please Come to Boston

Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds

Playlist

2007

on the sidewalk
By a cafe club I hope to be workin' soon

Please come to Boston, She said no
But you come home to me
And she said

Hey ramblin' boy now you

Please Come to Boston

Willie Nelson

City of New Orleans

1984

on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, no, would come home to me

And she said, ramblin' boy why don't you

bullets on the gram
Stomach all in Knots now you coolin by the fan
Starring at the clock while I’m cruisin with a plan
Yeah
Thought you knew just who I am

All my die hard Packer fans
It's prime time, where you at?
Prepare for battle, I got your Back
Let's put the packers on the map
With ah Lambeau leap

You not a fan of romancing 
Say you ain't with all the antics 
Say you ain't taking no chances 
But still you be feeling my vibe 
I don't got time

And the pain
By the end you'll have me saying regards

I got that shine now
Knock your lights out
Do a different dance
Time to bite down
Not a fan of flashing

& I been spending money by the band now
I'm by myself when this shit hit the fan now
& I been spending money by the band now
I gotta take a risk

but they won't understand
In the lab all the time yeah I'm doing this shit for the fans
Doing this shit by myself yeah I did it all with no help
Scared