Fame (feat. Della Kinetic)
splash, splatter at the mad rappers
Spilling liquor, got a bad habit
Put your money back son
I'd rather shat a little whack dreams
And your little chatter isn't really mattering
The couple dougies, cook up, fuck her up and put them on a platter
Fucking jay you dela, son is small and fatter
I be lankey tolerant, we balling passing rhythm off with a bat
Lot of motherfuckers all talk and attract
This apocalypse, rap smash they all whack
Put them off the map, we laugh on
Let the bottles crack, I let them swallow sack
While I swallow the jack, I'm a little pass my limit
I'm hollering madness in the whip mashing
Hundred five on the dash, cut the grass low
Fin the killer snake ass
Fame, get that money so it ain't a problem
So the bitches holler for the fame
Double your cup, what? Get your buzz up
You know that you bugging for fame
This what they want right?
This what they want right?
Give them that raw life, fame
Give them that raw life, fame
But that's tell them all
I never had it, never fallen from grace
Fame, never fallen from grace
Swallow truth and spit it back in they face
Fame, spit it back in they face
Fuck with this, I'm in the club and they bought my shit
Your bitch love my hits
Jilling finny giggy with a pity
Who talk about getting greedy
Never showing opposition any pity
I ain't talking of that but you know I'm running the city
I wonder what tac, you know that my click is with me
Back of the lac, we running some of that sticky we the braf
Throwing hunneds and fifties there ain't no taking it with me when I'm gone
Guess s, it's when my vision is coming strong
Swear it when I whipping the bat they think none
Came a long way from the hallway
Get it how I'm living, I'm driving the killer all way
All day, we get up no taking off days
Get that money when it's off place
Fame, get that money so it ain't a problem
So the bitches holler for the fame
Double your cup, what? Get your buzz up
You know that you bugging for fame
This what they want right?
This what they want right?
Give them that raw life, fame
Give them that raw life, fame
But that's tell them all
I never had it, never fallen from grace
Fame, never fallen from grace
Swallow truth and spit it back in they face
Fame, spit it back in they face
Spilling liquor, got a bad habit
Put your money back son
I'd rather shat a little whack dreams
And your little chatter isn't really mattering
The couple dougies, cook up, fuck her up and put them on a platter
Fucking jay you dela, son is small and fatter
I be lankey tolerant, we balling passing rhythm off with a bat
Lot of motherfuckers all talk and attract
This apocalypse, rap smash they all whack
Put them off the map, we laugh on
Let the bottles crack, I let them swallow sack
While I swallow the jack, I'm a little pass my limit
I'm hollering madness in the whip mashing
Hundred five on the dash, cut the grass low
Fin the killer snake ass
Fame, get that money so it ain't a problem
So the bitches holler for the fame
Double your cup, what? Get your buzz up
You know that you bugging for fame
This what they want right?
This what they want right?
Give them that raw life, fame
Give them that raw life, fame
But that's tell them all
I never had it, never fallen from grace
Fame, never fallen from grace
Swallow truth and spit it back in they face
Fame, spit it back in they face
Fuck with this, I'm in the club and they bought my shit
Your bitch love my hits
Jilling finny giggy with a pity
Who talk about getting greedy
Never showing opposition any pity
I ain't talking of that but you know I'm running the city
I wonder what tac, you know that my click is with me
Back of the lac, we running some of that sticky we the braf
Throwing hunneds and fifties there ain't no taking it with me when I'm gone
Guess s, it's when my vision is coming strong
Swear it when I whipping the bat they think none
Came a long way from the hallway
Get it how I'm living, I'm driving the killer all way
All day, we get up no taking off days
Get that money when it's off place
Fame, get that money so it ain't a problem
So the bitches holler for the fame
Double your cup, what? Get your buzz up
You know that you bugging for fame
This what they want right?
This what they want right?
Give them that raw life, fame
Give them that raw life, fame
But that's tell them all
I never had it, never fallen from grace
Fame, never fallen from grace
Swallow truth and spit it back in they face
Fame, spit it back in they face
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Parker, Mikky Ekko
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