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The Price of Fame
Skilla Baby
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What's the price of fame?
All the money, cars, clothes, the hos and diamond chains
Got the weight of the whole world on me, tryin' not to strain
Any nigga who ever had to sacrifice gon' know my pain
Any nigga who ever had to go some nights without a meal
If you came from nothin', you gon' understand just how I feel
I'm young and turnt, I had the spotlight way before my deal
Before I signed that paperwork, been runnin' through these Ms
Been ridin' strikers, poppin' niggas, never popped a pill
Before these watches, diamond chains, shit, I been droppin' gens
My life flashed before my eyes, now this shit crystal clear
I don't need MTV Cribs to show 'em how I live
Man, this fame shit done cost me a lot
Man, this money ain't nothin', who you gon' call when you shot?
Ten years later, still missin' them calls from my pops
That 'spital will make you realize your health is all that you got
What's the price of fame?
You in the 'spital, fuck you gon' do with a diamond chain?
Two inches down, you'll have bullets inside your brain
This rap shit almost cost your life, my nigga, fuck some fame
The shit you go through just to make sure people know your name
This street shit so watered down, security just to walk around
This beef shit the talk of town
I can't even motherfuckin' sleep, I'm tryna hawk 'em down
Would've went and did that shit myself, but we bosses now (what's the price of fame?)
What's the price of fame?
All the money, cars, clothes, the hos and diamond chains
Got the weight of the whole world on me, tryin' not to strain
Any nigga who ever had to sacrifice gon' know my pain
What's the price of fame?
What's the price of fame?
Tired as hell, mad as fuck, even though I sound good
Bullets ringin', still breathin', thinkin' 'bout my childhood
Fightin' depression, I said I wasn't, I'm just lyin' good
Niggas almost got me, but they didn't, I know God real
Them bullets really change your body, I know how that feel
I ain't lose my faith in God, I know He got me still
I was doin' gangster shit before I got my deal
I had to make that paper flip before I got my deal
She almost lost her son, I wonder how my mama feel
Thinkin' 'bout how far we came, I almost got the chills
This money and this fame, it cost me a lot
Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is all that I got
That lymph node cancer cost me my pops
They know my name when I walk in the spot
Told 'em, "Tell me what it cost for a opp"
This fame shit done cost me a lot, uh (what's the price of fame?)
What's the price of fame?
All the money, cars, clothes, the hos and diamond chains
Any nigga who ever had to go some nights without a meal
If you came from nothin', you gon' understand just how I feel
What's the price of fame? (Price of fame)
What's the price of fame? (What's the price of fame?)