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Price of Fame (Big Ghost Ltd. Remix)
Benny The Butcher;Klass Murda;Ransom;Che Noir
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Trust, gang
Ha, Spesh, what up?
What up?
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Uh, I ain't never think that we would make it off of reefer
Got a plug downtown and one way in Catalina
Showed my man the blueprint and made him a believer
And my plug look like he related to Selena
Your weed smell like shit and not a soul want it
My weed KRS-One, it got a nose on it
You speakin' to the big ape, could turn you to a big plate
I got shooters from Cayuga to Midstate
I got shooters in the street dumpin' out the Jeep Cherokee
If the nigga don't die, he gon' need therapy
I just bought a new 40, I grip it and hit 'em with it
When I'm done, it click-click like pictures on prison visits
Real dope boy, my whole town know
Part-time rapper, they still tryna steal my sound though
They say I'm a gift from God but possessed by a dark energy
A dull blade can always be sharpened by smart enemies
A hundred arms like large centipedes, dark tendencies
Every clip I got for the game is like Bob Menery's
Breakin' down these plays in a vulgar fashion, you tryna box?
Shit, you ain't gotta wait for no lull in action, I come relax 'em
Body drop, your focus is leavin', nigga, no one distract him
One attraction, money and murder, that was my hunger passion
Now it's money deals with my Jewish lawyer
Champagne under my chandelier in my newest foyer
Look in the eyes of your closest friends and see who is for ya
Now look in the eyes of them same friends and see who destroys ya
Damn, get paid handsomely but actually ugly
Don't smile when you shakin' my hand, don't ever laugh when you hug me
I know the cut of your jib, don't gotta ask if you love me
This fifth'll crush up your ribs and blow off half of your skully
It's Duff
Yo, the price of fame, I fill these mics with pain
Redefine the game, the art of war, don't need a knife or gun
When your mind's the blade, my life a maze
I come from a city full of crime and pain
A bunch of niggas playin' dice with spades, twistin' microbraids
Top five and if these niggas sleep, they sleep inside a grave
A sniper's aim, trigger pull, a bullet land inside his brain
The paramedics searchin' for a pulse but they can't find a vein
His family stressed, whisper silent pray, scream and cry his name
Look, they put a Black person for sale, use churches and tell
That the man we worship is pale
If you can read, that's why they murdered the males
Now it's ironic how these niggas catch
A sentence 'fore they learn how to spell
We sittin' courtside, I don't watch the Lakers from a skybox
Road to riches, most niggas crash 'cause of blind spots
Pen game cold, invest my figures and I buy stock
My drip game cold, could squeeze a river from a eye drop, nigga
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