Fame

You don't know nothing do you? That's the beauty of gold

It never tarnishes, lasts forever too

You can melt it down, pound it, twist it, piss on it

It's always the same gold

It was here long before we were, it'll

Be here a long time after we're gone

But you allowed a man to die for the

Gold that's just in this one piece

If you cry under fire, then you wasn't built for war

If a pimp take your girl, then your girl was never yours

Mental kickboxer, still test jaws

I'm Grandmaster Grim Reaper

Feds snooping at door like Mr. Roper

Monitored, 'cause talented like Mr. Ripley

Stay frustrated, hated, can't get me

The Gingerbread Man, but for short call me Gingy

Suicidal, jump right in a glass of milk

I'm made of dough, so watch a nigga swell

I could never fall apart, 'cause mad is the flow

You could never ever take my crown, I'll kill you at a show

Hit stars with guns, make 'em see stars

Hit cops with dum-dums trying to be smart

Gotta lay him down, didn't know he was a narc

Gingerbread Man, but I have a stone heart

Payback, extortion from Fraternal Order

Informer send letter to D.A. with tracing paper

With invisible ink, trapped in magic library

I wanna scream, but it's a secret indictment

Judge whistle Dixie from excitement

The law is a lefty, so where the rights went?

Pain on display for world like David Blaine

True crime stories, but they think I entertain

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money, fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money, fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money, fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money

Aren't you done with so-and-so? What's your gimmick?

Nothing, my life is lyrics, so I spit it

When murder is something that you become accustomed to

Taking a life just don't fuck with you

House niggas faceless, buried in field of potters

Field niggas found shelter, now squatters

If eyes are the window to soul, then why am I squinting?

My face is on the money that I'm printing

Strike a pose, wanna take life? Strike my foes

I rode through Hell and it froze

My halo got burnt, but it still glows

I'm not on my feet, but I stay on my toes

If we ain't cool, then that's the way it goes

Get all the kid shit, fucking with a grown man

Niggas running 'round fantasizing like they Peter Pan

Your life's a scam and I'ma fuck it up like Neverland

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money, fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money, fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money, fuck the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream

I want the money

All that other shit is overrated

I want the money

Cash

I don't know what this stuff is anymore

God's gold, our gold, fool's gold

All we can do is take as many of them as we can and hope for the best

What about trading the gold to them for our safety?

They'd kill us anyway

I would if I was them

Truth is, it's the only way we're gonna get out of here quietly

A man with a dream with plans to make cream