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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'

How can faith justify, these atrocious acts
Watching the blood flow, preaching lies

These lands, I once called home, are dead and gone
Infected by

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

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

to the fame, almost got burnt by its flame
Then I was dead came back to life then I was walking on that stage
I been walking on that stage
I been talking on that

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

hesitate if it involves getting racks
(Yeah, way way back)
I'm the realest in the game I don't care about fame
But I won't let anyone get in my way
Try

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

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

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

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

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

Chasing happiness or fame
You’ll die the second you decide
Yeah I'm nice with it
Gonna go down with it
Yeah I'm nice with it
Yeah I’m nice
Yeah I'm nice

don't care about the pay
Give a fuck uh there ain't no way
Go with the flow make it day by day
Get up grind man every day
Hustle harder til I lay
Get fame

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

damn she is the baddest
Hall of fame she need a ballot

Throwing me off my balance 
My energy too pure for malice
She come in this bitch with no manners

im true to the game (aye yay yay aye)
Its a shame what they do for the fame (aye yay yay aye)

Touch on your toes as you been that shit over
Toot it

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

and fame
Visions aren't same
Only me and Mary Jane
All I got is pain
Switched to my lane
Going insane
Through the membrane
Putting hard work mayne
They said

the muhfucking best how could u hate on me?
Give me my money fame and weed
And these bitches tryna diss now too huh?
I dont give a fuck
Maybe a lil but not too

fuckin up the count
Pray I get by but I'm never get out
These lil clout chasin clowns gettin put down

I don't need the fame its all in the game
I don't

I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don’t do it for the fame
Man money ain’t a thing
Man money ain’t a thing
I got em laced up