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(SephGotTheWaves) (Fat John) I don't want no fame, nah, here, y'all can have it back I ain't come in the game to make no friends I came in this shit to make them racks I don't got no deal for no promoter Ho, and they like me 'cause I'm on It ain't no love lost, but I need forty Racks just to come and sing a song Hell nah, I ain't havin' no deal, my Nigga need thirty racks for his case Hell nah, I don't got no deal, I'm the One that make sure my family straight Most rap niggas really fake, no, not to call me 'bout no feature Most rap niggas really be fake, tryna Sell you dreams like a crooked preacher Can't put my trust in nobody, when I step, I'm all alone Got a Glock under my belt, that's it, I guarantee I'll make it home Swear to God, I don't need nobody, long I got you by my side Swear to God, I wish that nigga would play, everybody he with gon' die To be aware is to be alive, never slippin', I got my fye Watch your hoes and watch your guys 'Cause people tend to wear a disguise People gon' try to feed you lies, abuse you when your heart good How the fuck you don't want me to win? We grew up in the same hood Just how that bitch came in the door, exactly how that ho gon' go Seen all of this shit before, but I ain't goin' down that road no more I can't love no bitch, I got millions I can't love no bitch, I lost feelings Don't call my phone, I don't want no dealings Time is money, no time for chilling I don't want no fame, nah, here, y'all can have it back I ain't come in the game to make no friends I came in this shit to make them racks I don't got no deal for no promoter Ho, and they like me 'cause I'm on It ain't no love lost, but I need forty Racks just to come and sing a song Hell nah, I ain't havin' no deal, my Nigga need thirty racks for his case Hell nah, I don't got no deal, I'm the One that make sure my family straight Most rap niggas really fake, no, not to call me 'bout no feature Most rap niggas really be fake, tryna Sell you dreams like a crooked preacher Most rap niggas really be fake, wanna Live your life, wanna fuck your hoes Want whips like you and wanna drip Like you, wanna rock designer clothes I done came a long way, I'm finally good, I promise I won't go back Tryna get my niggas up out the hood, told 'em they ain't gotta trap One thing about DJ, he won't switch One thing about Kobe, he keep a blick 'Cause he know sometimes how the streets could get Steppin' in the field, we movin' swift Ain't new to this, we true to this We was taught to keep our guns with us Still ridin' 'round with the same clique What the fuck I look like, switchin' up? I still ride 'round with my same guys, I still be with my day ones We all equal no matter what Niggas glowed up, now they mad at us But them niggas can't do nothin' that we do So they sit back and try to watch our moves Goin' against us, reason y'all always lose Can't do anything to gettin' come and rude I don't want no fame, nah, here, y'all can have it back I ain't come in the game to make no friends I came in this shit to make them racks I don't got no deal for no promoter Ho, and they like me 'cause I'm on It ain't no love lost, but I need forty Racks just to come and sing a song Hell nah, I ain't havin' no deal, my Nigga need thirty racks for his case Hell nah, I don't got no deal, I'm the One that make sure my family straight Most rap niggas really fake, no, not to call me 'bout no feature Most rap niggas really be fake, tryna Sell you dreams like a crooked preacher