F**k Fame
Don't need 'em round me if they ain't really for me (Fa me)
I'm screaming fuck the fame
So in the morning instead of brushing my teeth I'm working on my aim
He know that he could leave the streets but his head's still in the hood
So he's serving feigns
Robbing (Robin) jeans
Should take them wings and fly away and never come back if he could
On the day My brother signed a deal
I thought it was supposed to change my life
But im still in streets crackin credit cards and serving ice
Poker face on i gotta roll da dice
My nigga fall ima get em right
Niggas be all about cheese but get in that jam and turn into a mice
My face card good my head aint dirty ain gotta spray no (Lice) sol
They say i got bodies like im a modern day adolf
All it take is one phone call
Spin the block and kill all of yall
If you doing business wit the cops or the opps then its fuck all of yall
My blood run deep and I cant fabricate what I speak
Aint (NO CAP) in my raps bitch they mistaken me for (KOBIE)
If i fuck that bitch from the back
And take her (V) she gone Crawl Forward (CRAWFORD)
Balling hard put me in the Nba
Street shooter no paul george
Don't need 'em round me if they ain't really for me (fa me)
I'm screaming fuck the fame
So in the morning instead of brushing my teeth I'm working on my aim
He know that he could leave the streets but his head's still in the hood
So he's serving feigns
Robbing (Robin) jeans
Should take them wings and fly away and never come back if he could
Wake up to get my cake up I'm out here grinding
I ain't the one to choose the streets but I had to adapt to that environment
40 on my lap
No seat belt
I'm safe driving
Won't hesitate to make the cannon clap if they wilding
I seen a lot of shit
Been through a lot more
Niggas I grew up with they done hit me with Okie-doke
It was days we were fed because I broke bread when we both was broke
I took it as a sign
But youwas fine
You took it as a joke
But I could never change on my brothers
Different mothers
No safety on the scrap
Fuck a rubber
Yeah
And we be quick to strike on them others
Yeah
I'm rolling I got mines out the gutter
Yeah
Don't need 'em round me if they ain't really for me (Fa me)
I'm screaming fuck the fame
So in the morning instead of brushing my teeth I'm working on my aim
He know that he could leave the streets but his head's still in the hood
So he's serving feigns
Robbing (Robin) jeans
Should take them wings and fly away and never come back if he could
I'm screaming fuck the fame
So in the morning instead of brushing my teeth I'm working on my aim
He know that he could leave the streets but his head's still in the hood
So he's serving feigns
Robbing (Robin) jeans
Should take them wings and fly away and never come back if he could
On the day My brother signed a deal
I thought it was supposed to change my life
But im still in streets crackin credit cards and serving ice
Poker face on i gotta roll da dice
My nigga fall ima get em right
Niggas be all about cheese but get in that jam and turn into a mice
My face card good my head aint dirty ain gotta spray no (Lice) sol
They say i got bodies like im a modern day adolf
All it take is one phone call
Spin the block and kill all of yall
If you doing business wit the cops or the opps then its fuck all of yall
My blood run deep and I cant fabricate what I speak
Aint (NO CAP) in my raps bitch they mistaken me for (KOBIE)
If i fuck that bitch from the back
And take her (V) she gone Crawl Forward (CRAWFORD)
Balling hard put me in the Nba
Street shooter no paul george
Don't need 'em round me if they ain't really for me (fa me)
I'm screaming fuck the fame
So in the morning instead of brushing my teeth I'm working on my aim
He know that he could leave the streets but his head's still in the hood
So he's serving feigns
Robbing (Robin) jeans
Should take them wings and fly away and never come back if he could
Wake up to get my cake up I'm out here grinding
I ain't the one to choose the streets but I had to adapt to that environment
40 on my lap
No seat belt
I'm safe driving
Won't hesitate to make the cannon clap if they wilding
I seen a lot of shit
Been through a lot more
Niggas I grew up with they done hit me with Okie-doke
It was days we were fed because I broke bread when we both was broke
I took it as a sign
But youwas fine
You took it as a joke
But I could never change on my brothers
Different mothers
No safety on the scrap
Fuck a rubber
Yeah
And we be quick to strike on them others
Yeah
I'm rolling I got mines out the gutter
Yeah
Don't need 'em round me if they ain't really for me (Fa me)
I'm screaming fuck the fame
So in the morning instead of brushing my teeth I'm working on my aim
He know that he could leave the streets but his head's still in the hood
So he's serving feigns
Robbing (Robin) jeans
Should take them wings and fly away and never come back if he could
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Writer(s): Dageon Watson
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