Fame, Pt. 1

A baby is born, same time a grown man dies
It's hard in the streets, uh, but still we try (yeah)

See we gonn try to get this money
We gonn try to get the dough
We gonn rise up out the gutters
We gonn rise up out the hood
See we gonn ride to get this money
We gonn try to get the dough
We gonn rise up out the gutters
We gonn rise up out the hood

Say fuck a 9 to 5, I've been on this road awhile
I've been working for a minute and it's time I get this prize
Got my eye on the prize see I can not drop a tear
Got this pride deep inside see it's burning like a fire
They can never cut away my wings am ready for the flight
I can fly so far up, to the skies
Make the money moves
Make the money moves
See lemme tell you of a story that started straight in the ghetto
It's crazy we were just fellows
A couple blocks from stilleto's
The garden was where we met him
He's rocking that all white denim
The shawtys oh how they loved him
He's probably getting the money
He's clean, he's never dirty
He's pops, he was over 30
He started working so early

With them forty nigga's on the block with a Glock

We gonn try to get this money
We gonn try to get the dough
We gonn try to get this money
Yeah I know the world is cold
We gonn try to get this money
We gonn try to get the dough
We gonn try to get the money
Yeah I know the world is cold

Steady on the vibe, just to make the Name
They say I make noise, they laugh me in the streets
But I see the Fame, fuck what you say
You can't quench my flame
Where the broke life can be tamed
See the good life that's my aim