It's All About Fame

I don't know why they just say That I'm the one who complains Because the music they make Everybody knows it's all about fame Everybody keeps on calling my name Through all of this fame But I can't figure out why I'm the ball and chain You mother fuckers combing your brain Like I'm insane But I'm just saying the shit You hesitating to think And I don't even know why I make the change Cause I'm living every lie You mother fuckers try to place me in Through your image I'm gifted but I've got to motive to it Ruining every instrumental I end up using Produced by the sickest influenced skill Inducing creative abilities That you probably agree deserve more of the fame Cause we just write the lyrics that sit on the page Admit when we're famous Cause every mother fuckers hanging off our nuts Trying to get played It's a waste of radio station air waves And it case you're wondering I'm one of the mother fuckers still undiscovered I don't know why they just say That I'm the one who complains Because the music they make Everybody knows it's all about fame Sometimes I wish that I tried To change every verse of their rhymes And then I realize Everybody knows it's all about fame It's you It's every person with their iPod in their coat Knowing that nobody else knows what I wrote So they can hold it closely and never let go To cop with their anger; steady humming the notes To the beat in their ear piece singing alone Cause you know your embarrassed to carry it on It's like I'm the spirit your hearing that nobody knows It's there, they just stare into the world and gloat Until it wears into their skin and wear it Like their wearing an extra thin Layer of protection under their vest and weapon Ready wreck any record they set in With their deep list of meaningful shit Let them peep it Cause when they see its not about the penis Or how gangster you're leaning They might actually think its a reason To reach out into the crowd of CD's And find the truth of their meaning I don't know why they just say That I'm the one who complains Because the music they make Everybody knows it's all about fame Sometimes I wish that I tried To change every verse of their rhymes And then I realize Everybody knows it's all about fame