No Fame

Album cover art for "No Fame" by Frank Nitt & Illa J

Frank Nitt & Illa J - Rap

No Fame

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Verse 1 [Frank Nitt]: Yeah, nigga, I've been draped up and dripped out Chicks with they tits out Smoke a blunt, ---- at Richie Rich house Car trading with trees blazing A couple porn stars Vegas like shining in Paris Us niggas going far Late nights and early flights Us niggas get in sync No balance and fresh salads That make your crib stink Crush shit like a janitor at Weight Watchers For the haters got a school full of hate lockers Can't block us, my niggas, running the play action You better watch it my niggas as slick as Jermaine Jack is Here 'e come, we gon' put the flares up And in the morning we deliver We pushing the mail truck Before a purpose I got a mama and short legs There's people starving while others is being forcefed So I do it with Vigor I hear my niggas say Fuck it we ain't tryna be famous from this anyway Hook [Illa J]: D don't want no fame, nah We ain't playin no games, yuh We just tryna get it, get it Get that money, spend it I don't need no chain, nah I'm just tryna pay off All my bills, and bills and bills

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  • Frank Nitt