Fkfame

Lyrics

[Intro] Fuck fame All you attention seekin' motherfuckers Give us the money, nigga, let us do the art Meme ass rap niggas, swear to God My Brother Dizz Made This [Chorus] I got eyes on me, they wanna know if I'ma keep it real with me Well, I ain't gon' lie, homie (Yah) All that money look good but there's just too much I ain't willin' to try (Yeah) 'Cause when I look in the mirror (Yeah), I still remember why (I remember) Fame, you'll never take me alive [Verse 1] 20 plus years in the game, I'm a O.G Long Beach from the Genesis, shout to O.T The car's a retired drug dealer, that's the no key Who get the bag? Split the word home in half, ho-me Yeah, givin' youngsters game, forevermore Gettin' over's easy, what you under pressure for? Still got the Shady plaque Still got the platinum Death Row chain in the dresser drawer, that ain't what they respect me for Never told, never fold, kept the cold Niggas washed up, now that's a heavy load Better check my credit score Put away the checkerboard, chess on the West Coast Home of the best smoke, chrome on the Chevy though You haters stay up in your lane That yappa yappa bring the pain I don't give a fuck how much the game changed I ain't actin' like you pussies for the fame [Chorus] I got eyes on me, they wanna know if I'ma keep it real with me Well, I ain't gon' lie, homie (Yah) All that money look good but there's just too much I ain't willin' to try (Yeah) 'Cause when I look in the mirror (Yeah), I still remember why (I remember) Fame, you'll never take me alive [Verse 2] Grown man shit, I don't care what you scammers on My advice to you, get off the Gram with them hammers on Only thing scared of your ass is a camera phone Cops see your post, they gon' lock you in the phantom zone I'm solo, dolo when I ride, nigga Go 'head, do your dirt all on your Live, nigga You haters fuckin' up my vibe, nigga Way you comin' after me, call you a side nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I did it for the culture Waited from the stars, spit it from the heart We the king so the queen's over here with us Somebody put Picasso in a pair of Chucks I'm playin' for the game, still see the bloodstains Try to string up by my balls, I let my nuts hang You don't want record executives dancin' all in your videos Feel me though? You should sign to fuck fame Nigga [Chorus] I got eyes on me, they wanna know if I'ma keep it real with me Well, I ain't gon' lie, homie (Yah) All that money look good but there's just too much I ain't willin' to try (Yeah) 'Cause when I look in the mirror (Yeah), I still remember why (I remember) Fame, you'll never take me alive [Break] One to the two, three to the four Who you really [?] at your door? One to the two, three to the four Who you really [?] at your door?