Fame (feat. Daud)

Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the main event (gunshots) I'm just something you can't contest to Because you know I'm the best fool Close your fucking mouth before you drool Better shut your fucking mouth before I cut you And just leave you in your own damn pool Think you can run up on me Cool Nothing will stop me in this game You bitches won't stop my fame Cause if you try, I'll do the same I can easily kill you in one line Then I'll take you out to dinner to dine Throw you into the limelight And I'll get you higher than a kite So go ahead and come my way I don't bite Sike I will rip your fucking ear off Did you really think I was turning soft So if you think that, how about you come my way And I'll show you the same Fame is really something I don't give a shit about When I get there, you motherfuckers will start to come around But now, where were you at Where were you at Where were you at Fame is really something I don't give a shit about When I get there, you motherfuckers will start to come around But now, where were you at Where were you at Where were you at Ripping the game, just doing the same shit different days Slaying records just like when I wrecked her Let me ask you something, my concern Is it bad I wanna get loose Shit, doing this is just like child abuse These little rappers can't touch me I'll kick your ass so hard that you'll land in the North Sea Motherfucker, that's exactly where you would be I don't care if you're bleeding out Did he donate for you It's better to be type B So do we have an agreement Cause no one gives a f*ck about your achievements Or statements of your disappearance No luck, sorry Chuck Seems like you're a sitting duck But what the f*ck seems like you just got here with a truck God damn, that shit must suck But I'll do me while you're locked up and I'm free See, there is a difference between you and me I'll kill you till you're gasping to breath Fame is really something I don't give a shit about When I get there, you motherfuckers will start to come around But now, where were you at Where were you at Where were you at Fame is really something I don't give a shit about When I get there, you motherfuckers will start to come around But now, where were you at Where were you at Where were you at Where was you at when I was locked down doing the bit Where was you at when I was going through some real shit Where was you at when the lights was off, bills couldn't get paid Police kicking in the door for the raise No buying money, no commissary on my books Want to get the fame I know that y'all gonna look like Pac said Huh, all eyes on me I can see all these snakes, they surrounding me F*ck this industry, I'm a Detroit D-Boy to the death for me I could care less about fame Come to the studio and blow up your brain Money and cars got you in a state of confusion F*ck the fame, it's all an illusion Enemies turn to friends, rats turn to snakes Trying to eat off my plate, and I know you fake So get up off my face Fame got you trying to come around But where the f*ck you at when I was down Fame is really something I don't give a shit about When I get there, you motherfuckers will start to come around But now, where were you at Where were you at Where were you at Fame is really something I don't give a shit about When I get there, you motherfuckers will start to come around But now, where were you at Where were you at Where were you at