Fame

Them a nigga, now I'm chillin' in the deep
Makin' moves every day, money flowin' like a stream
They don't like that dope, try to fight that folk
They don't like that though, still came right back on

Before the fame came, I was just a man livin'
Now I'm vibin' diamond, shinin' like a prism
Haters talkin' shit, my success is their enigma
About to kill this beat, cuttin' wage, hit the rhythm, I

Them a nigga, now I'm chillin' in the deep
Makin' moves every day, money flowin' like a stream
They don't like that dope, try to fight that folk
They don't like that though, still came right back on

Still tippin' on 4-4's, RIP to Big Poke
Like my nigga Booney, I been chillin' on my lonely
Wish my grandma could see me now, pray for me one more time
Get these devils off me, 'fore I end up on Channel 5

When I was a kid, still had the heart of a boss
I got love for my city, just call it property law
They have visions in their head to knock us down 'til we fall
But the moral of the story, I never stop, I evolve

And on your rise to the top, just beware of family
Because the power that we gain, they think it's necromancy
And all this ice around my neck, I'm feelin' extra fancy
Ridin' through the city, top down, I make a left on Gandhi

Back then, Hawkinsville had the city on fire
They never recognize until you glow, I ain't even surprised
People say they with you, but they not, so they speakin' a lie
God is always with me, so I'm keepin' my spirit alive

But don't get it twisted, please don't wake up the villain inside
Behind me is an army, moves crazy, my village will rise
Standin' face to face, lookin' dead in the enemy's eyes
Lookin' at my journey and I swear, it really a ride

The fame and the clout, I never cared about
I did two shows for a hundred, that's a fair amount
Made block from Jenny to Walter, you know my whereabouts
The ones responsible for all those bodies y'all been hearin' 'bout
Niggas had the Zod trap and the heroin house
And made more weekly than a doctor make yearly out of salary
Uh, I'm rockin' the Amiri out the factory
Mike personally sendin' packs to me

Yeah, these niggas still coppin' waves
Still in my drip, but them niggas never rock at the same
Boy thought he was gangster until he got shot in his braize
You know he crashin' out, if ever you hop out of your lane
Pulled up the Dietman to see Papi and cop me some Haze
Nigga lost half his leg when he was shot with a gauge
Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta, I stopped at the flame
Conway, y'all know the name, pussy