Fame (Explicit)

You don't know nothing do you

That's the beauty of gold

It never tarnishes

Lasts forever too

You can melt it down pound it twist it piss on it

But it's always the same gold

It was here long before we were and it'll be here a long time after we're gone

I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece

If you cry under fire then you wasn't built for war

If a pimp take you girl then your girl was never yours

Mental kickboxer still test jaws

I'm Grandmaster Grimm Reaper

Feds snooping at door like Mr Roper

Monitored cause talented like Mr Ripley

State frustrated hated can't get me

The Gingerbread Man but for short call me Gingy

Suicidal jump right in a glass of milk

I'm made of dough so watch a n***a swell

I could never fall apart cause mad is the flow

You could never ever take my crown I'll kill you at a show

Hit stars with guns make 'em see stars

Hit cops with dum dums trying to be smart

Gotta lay him down didn't know he was a narc

Gingerbread man but I have a stone heart

Payback extortion from fraternal order

Informant sent letter to D A with tracing paper

With invisible ink trapped in magic library

I wanna scream but it's a secret indictment

Judge whistle Dixie from excitement

The law is a lefty so where the rights went

Pain on display for world like David Blaine

True crime stories but they think I entertain

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money f**k the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money f**k the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money f**k the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money I want the money I want the money

Are you down with so and so

What's your gimmick

Nothing my life is lyrics so I spit it

When murder is something that you become accustomed to

Taking a life just don't f**k with you

House n***as faceless buried in field of potters

Field n***as found shelter now squatters

If eyes are the window to soul then why am I squinting

My face is on the money that I'm printing strike a pose

Wanna take life strike my foes

I rolled through Hell and it froze

My halo got burnt but it still glows

I'm not on my feet but I stay on my toes

If we ain't cool then that's the way it goes

Forget all the kid s**t f**king with a grown man

N***as running around fantasizing like they're Peter Pan

Your life's a scam and I'm a f**k it up like Neverland

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money f**k the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money f**k the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money f**k the fame

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream

I want the money I want the money I want the money

All that other s**t is overrated

I want the money

Cash

I don't know what this stuff is anymore

God's gold our gold fool's gold

What we can do is take as many of them as we can and hope for the best

What about trading the gold to 'em for our safety

They'd kill us anyway

I would if I was them

Truth is Vince I don't see any way we're gonna get out of here quiet

A man with a dream with plans to make cream cream cream cream cream