Miss The Fame

Yeah I miss the fame (yuh)
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna be a lame (a lame)
flyin through the sky, no you cannot feel the same (fhew)
i get really high just to hide the fuckin pain (ahahaha)
cryin in my arms I don't wanna fuck with you though

fuck all this bullshit imma go fuckin solo
actin like you know me I don't even know you hoe
ion even know you hoe

i don't even fuck with all these bitches they be in my head
always talkin shit can't give a fuck 'bout what they said (they said)
all I wanna do is get my motherfuckin bread (my bread)
all I'm tryna do is pay my motherfuckin rent (my rent)

smokin all this weed tryna hide the fuckin scent (cough)
I just rolled a joint, soon i'm gonna feel real dead (wince)
actin like a snake, like a body with no head (hiss)
left his body twitchin we just took off his whole head (fow)

you say shes yo girl, why she wearin all of my clothes
why she wearin all of my clothes
balenciaga fendi you know you cannot afford those
why you so damn broke bro, get yo money up hoe

I ain't even flexin, bought this shit for really cheap tho
askin all these questions, i don't even fuckin know bro
if you tryna fight, i'll pull up, we can fuckin go (we can fuckin go)

pop up in the city we gon motherfuckin murder you
talkin all that shit well lemme tell you what we gonna do
pull up in that range
choppa take my aim
you gon never feel the same, not gon walk again
slurrin all your words, can't never talk the same
memory down the drain, can't remember your own name

you know what i'm sayin, life will never be the same
I must be a coach cause im finna take you out the game
sit you on the bench, you ain't never gonna ball again
yeah you never gonna ball again



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