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For the Fame
Cortez
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See my money
Clear, white and blue
What about you
And you and yours
From my city
T.O. to New York
Big city of dreams
But don't sleep walk
I ain't in it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble in these streets
With a key of white
2020 tunnel vision
I can see the light
Hoping that my God given talent
Help me the leave the life
Shits real I donโt even write
This is more like a letter
You could read the kite
For every inmate locked down
I canโt breathe at night
Iโm blessed!
Front row, Barclays I could see the fight
I'm running wild though
I had to stop
TNT gun boys at a traffic stop
Thank God stash box where I had the glock
Still afraid of heights but somehow
Now Iโm at the top
See I spit it for the culture
Surrounded by the fakes
In the industry with vultures
Feds inching closer
Fine China
Sippin' Thousand dollar champagne
Glass with the coasters!
Thatโs fine wood if you didnโt know
But you can catch me
Out of town when I hit the road
And see my face on every flyer at a different show
Real Talk
One day youโll get it though
See my money
Clear, white and blue
What about you
And you and yours
From my city
T.O. to New York
Big city of dreams
But don't sleep walk
I ain't in it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
I know you never heard my name
Or seen me before
New kid on the block
New kid on the block
And I ain't in it for the fame
Sweet melodies & dollar bills
Sweet melodies & dollar bills
Dead Presidents
Dead Presidents
First class 'bout to board a flight
Long days even longer nights
My ex sent a text said she want advice
It ainโt the only thing she wanted right?
Iโm good ma I'll keep my mind clear
Itโs like they want a nigga back
โCause my times near
Every label hear me rap & tell me sign here
Still moving packs up out the trap until Iโm signed
Yeah
You see this games an addiction
Pain and affliction
For fame but itโs sickening
Ironic how these dollars make change in a system
Cuz that couldโve been me
Boxed, laid up in prison
Nah
Good lawyer cause Iโm court bound
They got me channeling my thoughts now
Reminiscing back then we was all down
Now the loves lost and we all on our own wow!!!
I just do it so my momma smiles
And I work even harder so my mommas proud!
And thatโs evident
Iโm killing 'em no evidence
Brooklyn's mine... Dead Presidents!