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From yours truly! The fresh prince! Fame Junior
I’m fourth quarter Lebron
Denis roadman with a still, I’m never dropping the ball
Got a fully loaded clip ready with 22 joints
And when the album drops i pray they hate me some more
Im scapegoat galore
And I use the hate as stepping stones
It’s Different hierarchies this the upper echelon
What we talking?monarchies?,I’m hands-on
Fuck a vibranium atrocities are daily occurrence
And this ain’t no come back nigga, I run rap
Bitches wanna hang like plaques on the wall
Im anti-everybody I need no awards nor applauds
You Feel me nigga? This the real me nigga?
Minus the gossiping
Top 5? You can miss me nigga!!
I’m Top 1 dead or alive, you go figure
Insane if you think you standing between Fame and Figures
We Batman and Robin, impossibly to separate us
Like me and your girl’s fantasies
Switching teams like KD, in hopes of getting a ring
The only knee I’m taking is with Karpenik
Everything you about to get on, we off that
I’m only in the club if I’m getting cake
You on crack
Worried about who I’m with, jus fall back
Pressure bust pipes and lose lips sink ships
Dress code James Brown, the swag’s six feet
Stevie wonders vision, I trust my intuition
And I’m more exciting than an NBA season
This is premeditated murder, no smiles on this
Shooters shoot they shots,... let a crip spit on this
This that fuck your favorites
Casper AKA kwesta nasty or Reece
Drake big Sean meek or Kendrick
No gas I’m the best out the continent
Without a song or hype niggas know that I’m nice ....
I hate y’all everything you touch i despise
I’ll consider a fist fight
So fuck your fans, your friends and what they like
Fuck your Instagram! Your Twitter can suck a piss pipe
Needed a beat from Kimosabe till I heard him singing house on radio
Fuck is up with niggas, switching on they selfs to get on
What was I thinking having hopes on niggas
Momma worried about my tongue, I can’t be enslaved
She knows the aim is to turn a living room to a safe
I know blacks who hate whites I want white money
Whites who hate blacks,cheques don’t come with skin color dummy
I’m neyo on matrix
Jordan belfort in Wall Street
Name a nigga without a stylist, who’s style getting cloned
Name a nigga on a come up calling 50K for a show
Name a nigga without an album, pioneering these flows
Used to be depressed but now I’m numb
Yea I Came out dope but now I’m dumb
Took a bullet for niggas who was behind the gun
And I ain’t gat no kids but you bitches is my Sons
Let me re-success and refresh your memories
I gave you Gods work, it ain’t that hard to remember me
The whole industry soft, your favorite bleeds cool-aid
When I say We packing, I ain’t talking suitcase
Few trophies on the shelf, I’m afraid to tell you what’s next
Your girl spins like an owl when she gives me neck
She look like a shot-at chest vest when I bring her back
Luckily I don’t keep contacts, I just wish you well
I never ask for favors, and I don’t owe rappers
What I don’t need is help or strangers who think they matters
I’ve Been through the most, now I just smile and chill
12 months in the state, I ain’t dropped ever since
It’s Fame vs Fame, trust me to go back to back
I hope this is enough.. to make all you niggas mad
Club promoters hit me up..to send me they plans
My reply.. is handsome-checks for a handsome man
The Radio hits got me feeling relieved
The internet hyped songz got my mind at ease
Idols with fake lifestyles got me deceived
So eventually When the album drops careers getting killed
Mirror mirror on the wall tell me who’s the best
Y’all gat me mad, I don’t rap no more I goof and jest
I don’t move with the rest, I’m rude and shit
They use my name for Entrance, on some I know him shit
Fuck signing contracts who are less that 10 mil
I dug my nails to my arms and I got mouths to feed
Fame Nation! I signed myself, I don’t need record deals
They say I bore em to death? Yes of cause I kill
I just keep surpassing all the bars they setting
I’m too reserved like i called and made a booking
We already got 2019 cooking, that’s news to me
Fuck the whole industry, everyone fake and a snake to me

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