Fame
RC P.A.P
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Fame, I'm the man that takes things over
Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow
Fame puts me there when things are hollow
Fame
It's not your brain, it's just the flame
The pressure's gonna get you, friend
Fame
You know I need the money
Gotta get the money
'Cause I need the cash
Hey, come on, gotta get it
You know I need the money
Gotta get the money
'Cause I need the cash
Hey, come on, gotta get it
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, take it now, there's no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow
Fame
Nine to five, a waste of time
Come on, let me hit you from behind
Fame
Fame
I pull it for me, I bust it for you
I love it when you grab my gun
Fame
Fame
Where's your name? Where's your name? Where's your name?
Say my name, say my name, say my name
The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona
Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer
Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been
Executing styles beyond men
Oh God, I preach that old hood city gospel
My looks hostile, hitting Remy from the bottle
The fame, it's like I'm possessed with game
And everywhere I go, hoes screaming my name
But I'm rolling, not that my bald head's swollen
I'm towing, you're fixed up, they'd rather see you broken
I'm scoping, often where the spotlight shine
Me and my crew drinking, trying to have a good time
But folks watching, whether khakis or Versace
They try to mock me, caught up in the paparazzi
Palmer, look what the hard head became
A top-notch nigga with the fame, dang
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder your heart's too cold to fool?
Fame, fame, fame, fame