Fame

CHECK

Fastlane with no seatbelt

Crash out but don't need help

Slave and save til I see wealth

Y'all know my body, y'all see welts

Chasing the dream, replacing the team, for a taste of the green and a place in the scene

This race for the CREAM, I promise it's not what it seems

The game fucked up

Heard "sell your soul for the paper and loss of privacy"

"And sacrifice it all" when ass kissers is all that I can see

Evil iconography, satanic institutions

People pray to God they make it cause they don't know what they doing

So insane

How low we go for fame

All these growing pains

So strangers know your name

So insane

How low we go for fame

All these growing pains

So strangers know your name

What happened to the game that I love?

Being famous a drug, take it in vain and go up

Take a seat at my table, this food for thought cooked with love

Amongst others I trust

All my brothers; cannot fuck with us, even on worse days

I first hit the stage felt like this shit was made for me

Try and be a made man

Fuck what you said to me, stuck with the scars of my youth

Reservoirs of my truth. Flowing heavy in the booth

Nah, I ain't know what to do, for some time and

Sit back and recline it? Nah, it ain't an option

Brah I been the top pick, lottery. Name a nigga hot as me

Flame to him, make him say his grace, fore he cop a plea

Made music, niggas hear Sand on it? On repeat

Can't do it if you ain't the gang or you sending cheese

Au revoir, say my goodbyes

I would shake your hand but niggas never hand me none, for real

So insane

How low we go for fame

All these growing pains

So strangers know your name

So insane

How low we go for fame

All these growing pains

So strangers know your name

Are you after acclaim or are you after a chain?