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and went out the door, guess you needed more
You changed your life, the days the nights, the sacrifice
The fame you gained, the pain the price you charged my

Runaway 
Delight in my name 

Gain your place 
By using my name 

Go and hide 
Runaway 

Take away 
Pain

The sorrow 
I'm run-in away 

Hate-in away

fast in your big red cars
Well I've got money and fame, there's just one thing that I need to claim
I want love, love
And no one's stoppin' me stoppin'

with my eyes closed
Nina by my side why so tf I need a side hoeeee

Brought my pain in this game
For the change fuck the fame
Ion need it
Ion need it
Get

behind your back 
Every op moves the same until you get some fame 
Dodge like all the fakes brush them off no flakes 
They act just like a friend hating

never learned to drive
The man from Utah City that's not been saved

I come from Milwaukee, but I've not encountered fame 
I've never known the way to San

alive je me fat
Bruh nuk o lie kjo o fakt
Ajo shume o tu ma thi
I thash qe mo nuk e qi
Ato e bona me fame
E anulova po kane
Dokna smute si me flame
Po rri

When the winter blows
It's so hot in your mind
So fine
I'm looking at you in the hall of fame
When are you looking at me 
But no reason came
You're

and punting trains
If my life was a video game
I wouldn't have to fight for the fortune and fame
I'd just use my music to put people to shame 
Either way,

as you know that I've got you
I could give a damn about the fame, if I can't have you on top too
This a different kind of lovin'
This a different kind

My soul remain I ascended straight out the flame
Traveled down this lane, looking back at what we became
Decrescendo, cruisin by the bando
My show

out
Fast and Furious flames
You'll get the word out
You heard about what we about
From the horse or by word of mouth
Turn it out without a doubt
No fear

My home ain't in the hall of fame
You can go there but you won't find my name
And my songs don't belong on top forty radio
I'll keep the old back

hope
Lies at your feet again
Look death in the face - It's a glorious day
The day of your fame

Hey, you are the king!
Take us by your hand
Hey, you

money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let 'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem, where they Mac and revolve 'em

his name!
Tin soldier! No chance of casual fame!
Tin soldier! Well now he knows the truth!
Tin soldier! He signed away his youth!
He turned up, to start

right now?
I hope you know you're hanging with a boss right now
See the fame I want all of it
See designer in the stores I want all of it
Not a little

People see me now
Wanna be me now 
Them don't know what I have been through 
The sacrifice that I have put into this game has given me the fame that

rawness
iLL content, criminal concepts
Little by little that shit'll riddle ya concious
Rhymes for hire retire entire squadrants
Quiet get it on I'll be

I don't care all about fame 
I think all of it's lame
One thing that stays the same
I just want you to know my name

My name
My name
My name
My name

I could never change
Not even for the money and the fame
I'm still in the place 
Where I move the work and live out everyday 

With out a sneeze I'm

used to all the fame she wanna Gucci purse
Coping all this pain I had to write a verse
(Yeah, Yeah) Stomping on my heart she want me in a hearse
(Yeah,

The devil should've never made a deal with me
Now the bitch can't hang
Saying that roll with the gang (gang)
All she ever wanted was the fame (I say)

fucked up and ruled by the fame
People are nothing all the same
Motions are muted, emotions are nuded
Welcome to coma, come on, you're so common
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