Price Of Fame

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah All them cats out there that want the fame All I've got to say is this [Hook] It's a shame How you gonna jump in the game When you know you can't afford to pay the price of fame You want the dough, the house, the acres and yachts You wanna flow, roll with the players that drive Got to see it, my team regulate cash crops When the joint come on, we could use them [?] It's a shame How you gonna jump in the game When you know you can't afford to pay the price of fame [Verse 1] How many MCs must get dissed before they realize A+ make hits A lot of shorties claiming they can take my spot When they know good and well that my tape is hot Penetrate your whole cypher Put it on the fly while my LP drop, it's gonna be hotter than hellfire They want to watch, turn my joint up a notch Hardcore, we more than just rapping, the prophet, player The eyes don't lie, you could check the record 25 cats on stage couldn't protect you So bring the stretcher, put it on stand-by And I've been known to make a man cry [Hook] [Verse 2] Too many MCs perpetrating as frauds Talking that talk while I'm taking your broad Who wanna brawl, sonning y'all, some of them fall Be the last one to drop like a black eight ball Let's get it straight, y'all, I been the tape, y'all And then we see you could rock state to state, y'all And Worldwide, time to take a ride with A Let's hit the parkway, running out of time to play You know my name, my game, everything is tight A force to reckon with if the sauce gave him no mics I'm mad nice, you stink, you a jinx like bad dice Violating, get cracked twice [Hook] [Verse 3] I keep rappers on the lookout, watching they back Hopping on the tracks when they got no raps Sick of hearing about bricks and them gats you spit All them cats you hit, that's [?] shit And it's hazardous to your health to floss wealth Scheming, and keep them thoughts to yourself I got a whole army, designed my plan Smith Brothers, Group Home, and [?] We be running up the spot, keeping it hot A+ at the door, tryna touch the top Get the plaque, the Grammy and I'm out the door And my Parkside militia got a lot to show Straight up [Hook]