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wanna be famous

What you wanna be isn't always what you oughta be
Sometimes it's more about what you gotta be
Please, someone tell me what fame is

when you hear these lyrics
And yours
Aare ridiculous like the rich que for free things
I've been thinking about it for ten years
Why I'm still broke even

so you know he's gonna deliver
Skill on cloud nine
There was never a ceiling
Fake woke about your lines
There was never a meaning
I mean I'm
Hot handed

Don't let your pride make you blind to your blessings
Expectations and standards can mix a bad dressing
If you feel guilty then you probably never

and we just laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you, because we had a ball
Only

is you smoking?
What good is there being high nigga
If you ain't got no motion, motion
Ima get mine ima get mine
By any means you ain't really gotta

're feeling me
I did a lot to talk about, wonder if mom knows all, will she still be proud of me
I mean, I mean this shit literally
Like, have you asked

knew her way back when
And if you think Cat Stevens
Couldn't be my god
'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
I bought all his albums i listened, I

it don't even bite
But we still carrying the cannon
Like we own nick at nite
I still got dreams
But all i dream about is the pipe
You think them

faggots don't wanna learn
Their craft's a mess
So we won't see the same page
And we ain't start again
I gave you prints like architects
And still you can't

you our friends
We've bonded through tales of swindlers and dragons, pirates and villainous queens
Heroes who let the truth be heard and shed the weight

In school I always felt like I never fit in
Despite being involved in sports and plenty of friends
Surrounded by a community but I felt alone
Crowded

you ever get one of a full head of wisdom
Then the game is in you
It's alright (hmmmm)
Guess what? I was asked by me called God.

Verse 1.
It's amazing

Christian?
(No, me ah Muslim)
Me did ah go tell you read yuh Bible
But alright, go read yuh Quran

(Respect DJ)
(By di way me love di album) Mad
(Me

On this page - You can't contain my fuckin' rage so don't be brave

Intuition breeds pernicious and judicious movements
Surreptitious - Oh so vicious when I

and he stomp you
On the ground, c-money even harder, he like guarder, you fuck with any of us and he turn
Into your father, how could I forget about my

forget about the girls put your heart in the game
You're a beast, you don't need drugs, fuck cocaine

[Pre Hook]
I'm the prophecy, it was written
That I'm

forced to forget oppressed
Yes I use that word I'll never digress
The distress when that realisation came
Living day by day seeing it in
All that I partake

about them choices that don't fit your purpose
Or you just gone fake it til you make it til the curtains closing
Your only competition who you was

What you know about pain?
Do you really want fame?
Hiding all your shame
Wonder what would God say?
Thoughts burning like Dante
But I ash em' like

and I won't
Let it go to waste
A hateful heart
A loving sole
Just think about it
Two things that don't go
That won't work
Just wasting time
But it's

King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right

page
Nothin’s changed but the battery
I just pop in another
Cause when I’m being charged for somethin
You better close up the cover
On the back

page, I'm finna flip it for you
Just keep up with me
Okay, this story here different
Her name ain't Brenda, her name Keisha
Her momma was in the streets,