Money and the Fame.

Take me to the rooftop, I wanna see the world when I stop breathing
Turning blue
Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious
Meet me like you do

Listen to me now, listen to me very closely
Fame ain't a thing, would've wish somebody told you
Watching mama struggle was the shit that really woke me
Made me want it more, hella hours at the stores
Was the only way I felt, I was gonna touch a band
I was working in the sun, wasn't phased by the tan
I did it by myself, told mama I'm a man
Thought about selling drugs, wasn't living in a can
The life is tremendous, the mind is horrendous
Price with the fame, yeah, it gotta be expensive
Broke nigga from a rich nigga, what's the fucking difference
Everybody bleed the same, they just looking for attention
Money make a nigga change quicker than a light switch
Problems that are never getting fixed
Big amounts that'll bring in the bitch
Turn your friends to a nemesis
Talking nerves so bad, got you moving off adrenaline
If you down for the count, just remember one thing
There's a life much more than a dollar and the bling
It's okay to have a dream, never do it to impress
It's an image with the fame, but your life on the inside filled with the stress
It's a truth that'll never leave a chest
If it does, they ain't telling you the rest
Cause it's hard to confess when you know you're doing wrong
Gotta tell it how I can, so I made it to a song
I don't really bother even looking at the gram
Cause I know they living good and it's making me ashamed of who I really am
Lime life feeling good, I could really give a damn
Nine times out of ten, they be capping for the cam
They be faking than a scam
If they didn't have the clout or the money, who would they be
Still the same nigga, same bitch
Should've guessed deep down, it's a maybe
You ain't gotta play me

Take me to the rooftop
I wanna see the world and I start breathing
Turning blue
Tell me love is endless
Don't be so pretentious
Meet me like you do

People going all out for the fame, it's a shame
Turn your back on your fam just so you can get a name
It's the world that we living in
On my account, speaking truth pays dividends
Fake friend like a girl with a man, but you still get the benefits
Full of cap, you ain't even making sense
On my shoulder is a chip, hella stutter from the lip
Never stutter when I'm rhyme, guess I really got a gift
Knowing that perfection is a myth
I didn't give a fuck, I was still trying to write the perfect script of who I'm trying to be
Organized with my OCD, laying out everything I wanna see
But I never could enjoy everything that was right in front of me
Cause I already knew what I wanted since the age of 16
It was bigger in my mind than to see it on the screen
I'm just keeping it a bean witcha
The fame and the money take your soul to a grave digger
When you die, you can't take it to your grave, nigga
Set in stone, but I'm saying it again, nigga
You was saying fuck 12, but you turned yourself in, nigga
I rap what I'm living, it ain't no pretending
The niggas at the top be the main ones bending
Pad Lock with your name, now you waiting for your sentence
The money and the fame ain't for me, they for the gimmicks

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