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Fame God (feat. Magsweister)

by The Neverending Mixtape

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Seem like everybody want a piece So I'm not even gonna lie, I want a piece too It's killing season on the belly of the b-side Keep a nigga's shoulders colder than a I feel like Michael and Rockwell average man, average life Shooting up ccs of CCTV Blue light district, who hoeing who pimping, who know the difference When independence run on codependence I know I'm not tripping or too thickheaded to see the plot thicken Cause clocking out don't mean the clock stops ticking The tension between pride and prison Cause everybody want to be somebody or somebody will listen A couple mentions breaking my attention, what's my intention Is it the rush of fame like I'm off the flame tempting My id and ego at odds with eyes glinting, behind the walls The courage, brain, or heart I thought was missing If it glistens is it gold, we hold a vision of new religion P-O-U-N-D sign F-A-M-E-G-O-D So give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god Say grace for the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god Give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god Say grace to the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god From the cocaine 80s down to the fentanyl 20s Late teens screaming queens get the money long time no cash Scheming on Billie Jeans, at seventeen me and my homie needed three things Weed, Whataburger, and my coupe souped with sixteens He was content with being, me I had big dreams King with my name in the lights, at talent shows I rocked mics While while he dabbled in hard white, I wondered why he never stayed I ain't stress knowing that God giveth and God taketh away But bring it back God 2:18 AM I found him slumped in the car stiff, glassy eyed and slack jawed Had to look your moms in her face knowing that I didn't do my best to save you Embraced me regardless, I finally bawled Told her we was stars, never dimmed Another casualty, I get it, but why the fuck did it have to be my friend We never got to make amends So I'm praying that I get famous, cause if not I'm coming to see your ass again Amen So give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god Say grace for the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god Give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god Say grace to the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god Fame god, fame god Soon you'll understand Soon you'll understand

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