Before the Fame
Im praying I don't go before i make it
Jealousy and hatred motivated me to get this paper
It don't matter how much people love you
Just that one to hate you
It don't matter how much good you do
Some niggas'll still put you in a box
And it's crazy cuz the killing never stops
All good in the hood but the bodies still gon drop
Can't trust the system sorry but it's always gon be fuck a cop
Until they show us that they for us not against us
I won't stop
Chasing money
I do not want to go stand out on the block
My father did it for me
Yes that is the reason why he locked
My momma can't afford it
So im gonna keep on dropping bombs
Just to make it to the top
I know that i can never stop
I aint no gangster but don't test me
I get dirty when i want
Put your hands up nigga
We could throw em if you want
Just put the gun down dog
We could settle this with peace
You don't need your heat
To come have a conversation with me
But at the end of the day
I know that it will never change
And with the money come hate
So i choose to stay in my lane
No matter how many times
I try to picture better days
It seems my vision is clouded
And i keep drawing up rain
So if you see me and im gloomy
Know that it just be that way
Because the devil tryna do me
Know that i will never break
And though these bitches still confuse me
Just know it aint gon be no hate
But make sure you treat me the same
The same as before the fame
Jealousy and hatred motivated me to get this paper
It don't matter how much people love you
Just that one to hate you
It don't matter how much good you do
Some niggas'll still put you in a box
And it's crazy cuz the killing never stops
All good in the hood but the bodies still gon drop
Can't trust the system sorry but it's always gon be fuck a cop
Until they show us that they for us not against us
I won't stop
Chasing money
I do not want to go stand out on the block
My father did it for me
Yes that is the reason why he locked
My momma can't afford it
So im gonna keep on dropping bombs
Just to make it to the top
I know that i can never stop
I aint no gangster but don't test me
I get dirty when i want
Put your hands up nigga
We could throw em if you want
Just put the gun down dog
We could settle this with peace
You don't need your heat
To come have a conversation with me
But at the end of the day
I know that it will never change
And with the money come hate
So i choose to stay in my lane
No matter how many times
I try to picture better days
It seems my vision is clouded
And i keep drawing up rain
So if you see me and im gloomy
Know that it just be that way
Because the devil tryna do me
Know that i will never break
And though these bitches still confuse me
Just know it aint gon be no hate
But make sure you treat me the same
The same as before the fame
Credits
Writer(s): Malique
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