Letras
Everybody wanna chase the fame
I just wanna get the money
Haters mad
That I’m living the dream
The city love me cause my flow isn’t trash
They know I been had the bag
But In this game
All is not what it seems
Let me explain
Theres phony rappers
Talking illusions of grandeur
Trolling like they made it
Just for Clout, actors
Cruising In those rentals
Like they own it, non factors
Payola play on stations
Parappa rappers
I grew up in the era of real ones
Where an error in ya wordplay would get you done up
Where the gangsters never told
Most of the snitches got smoked
I’m talking broad day
Staring down the barrel of a gun
Bozos Showing off money
Then they paying ransom
They don’t cooperate
They start receiving pieces of their son
Loyalty to the connect
Was called being stand up
If you got locked down
But still kept ya mouth shut
Got cousins out that served their time
Two uncles in the feds
I heard Gordo still owe Glasses
For that early 90’s shit
I did some crimes
On 109
But nobody ever snitched
Gotta admit
I miss those days on Sugar Hill
My fam sold bricks
A lot of villains on these streets
And now I’m the people’s hero
Been had political ties
Accounts stay with dinero
Saw the truth passed the lies
The haters in my rear view
I left the streets for college
I needed knowledge
Now my Breads up
It’s extra cheesy
Believe me/
The block need me
New rappers stink
And I’m febreezy
So When you See me now
It’s briefly
Like Federico and Weezy