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You be chasin fa da clout while I just stack n get it paid 

Yeah she want me fa da clout she be fucking da fame
Put a tracker on the glock now ion even

even know one song by Nirvana?
If not, why you wearing that T?
I'm asking a question I'm not being mean
I'd rather lead like Liberace
Than follow

Don't know if I'm for the fame
Don't know if I'm ready for the pain
Thoughts in my head driving me insane 

Don't know if for the change
Lately all

now
I can't take a break or stop
I gotta do a show now
Poppin with bros now
Being flocked by hoes now
But I only treat them like they one night

Alaye, Alaye, Alaye Alaye Alaye
Alaye, Alaye
Alaye, Alaye
(Alayeeeee...)
Alaye made names when dey hail
If you made fame
Played street games
On a low

in the way drive by
9
9
From the spine I'ma grind till the shine start to blind
Got the shades on so I don't mind burning vines
I'm too stuck on La-zor

anybody, don’t rely on maybe, probably
So I’m just doing it for me yup
It’s not for fame, not for stunting, not for frontin', not for nothing
I’m just doing

A just life we living
Thanks we giving 
Simple thing that's what mi need 
Don't need no fame when yuh call mi name 
Just want yuh remember 
Me did

are captured by those greedy guys
But don't you stop the love, and don't lie

Baby, I saw my future self
I was beautiful but sad
Cuz fame will make me

(Oh, Ah)
I got a feeling you can take care a baby
I'm on the edge, so can you hurry
Please save me
Forget the fortune and fame
I'm crying out ya name

enough to get tricked cause your blinded by the fame
Y'all are so called grown ups tell me why you act like children
I'mma keep on judging your mistakes

the drank
I can't hide the pain
Heartbreak hall of fame
Heartbreak hall of fame
I cope with it just by smoking dank
No I can't offer up my soul to take
I got

Same old thing you always hear
Small town boys sitting by the pier, yeah
Casting lines and drinking sweet tea
75 degrees we were making memories
But

and fame
No we ain't the same
No we ain't the same
Nah nah nah
I'm feelin' myself (I'm feelin'myself?)
All of a sudden you switched on yourself
Kinda remind

By the time you hear the sirens
It's already too late
You've been trapped on a non-vibration
And never been brave
And now you're all lonely
Sitting

Ballin like 
What
What
Ballin like James no Harden
I just want fame like I was startin
A little shade out of the garden 
Making these plays I just be

(Wild ones, wild ones)
(Wild ones, wild ones)

When I turn to you and ask if you still love me
You're betrayed by the look on your face 
That smile

Chris Brown:

I'm a beast I'm a Blank  monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend

waiting at the crib with some real good head  
I ain't even gotta ask for it 
Trying to run up in my lane for some clout and the fame guarantee that that's

And you got a bomb ass track and you wont regret it in the future
Matter fact you finna get fame later
Im getting money by the minute 
Dissing me you lookin

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

waiting at the crib with some real good head  
I ain't even gotta ask for it 
Trying to run up in my lane for some clout and the fame guarantee that that's

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

If you want to keep me low
Or high enough to see what fame brings
No matter what you want to do
Help me want the same thing
On the other side