Fame

Lyrics
[Verse] Yuh, look, look Who fuckin' with me? Tell me one name And ask him if he came from dope spots and gunplay Finally off the runway, damn it feel good to spend a thousand on my son's shades Look, with street smarts who I dumb paid Seen the brake lights, I had to swerve off the runway Uh, I knew that I would make it one day Know I gotta be a real nigga 'cause I'm unphased I got a Beamer with a whole lot of trunk space [?] fuck face actin' mad 'cause he unpaid And I been out here since a young age I never been the type to complain I'ma let my gun bang By any means to make my funds raise I'm on this money marathon, nigga, so I run things Check out this status that I obtained It's ten racks and four tickets if you want me at your club, mane And in the scheme of things, that's chump change When you doin' ten a month and savin' up when you done things I Crip hard and get love from the Blood gang Blue Chucks on the Red Carpet like, "Fuck fame"
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Credits
- Writers
- Nipsey Hussle