Fame

And my niggas say
 We want the FAAAAME
 C'mon c'mon
 One thing we all adore
 Something worth dying for
 Nothing but pain
 Stuck in this game
 Searching for fortune and fame
 Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's
 Stress is half the battle with success comes greed
 They got me hot When they shot me
 Plotted my revenge
 To increase my ends
 Enemies gettin' dropped
 Win or lose
 Red or blue
 We must all stay true
 Play the game nigga
 Never let the game play you
 And for the fame
 Niggas change fast
 That's a shame
 What's the game
 Lost souls
 Who controls our brain?
 Who can I blame?
 The world seems strange at times
 Somewhat insane
 I'm hoping we can change with time
 I'm living blinded
 Searching for refinement
 Curse, I know death follows me
 But I murder him first
 And worse yet
 With each breathe
 Steps I take
 Breathless
 Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
 Cigar ashes
 Coaster
 Crystal glasses
 We mash on them jealous bastards
 With my ski mask
 I'm the first one to warn them
 Blast it
 Wrapped in plastic
 Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
 Ain't nothing left now
 Treated like a stepchild
 Was not for me
 Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
 Be rocking beats
 Fake in fame
 Block run and shoot slugs
 We throw them back like hardballs
 Without the gloves
 No love for these fake desperados
 And thugs I bleed to envy
 Smoke and blow out they blunts
 Sipping Henney
 Drunk nights
 And hot days
 Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
 A wife on the run
 Full of common blunts
 Unconditionally married
 To my gun
 Fulfillin' my destiny
 On knees
 And ones desires
 Be pulling all my cabbage like priors
 Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
 Fortune and fame
 Searching for fortune and fame
 Lost in the rain
 A lose of the game
 With life the cost of the game
 We forcing the change
 Mother fuck flossing the chain
 All the blame
 Belongs to the part of the brain
 That we never use nigga
 Plus my heart is in pain
 And if I ever lose homey
 Bet I'm at it again
 Outlaws don't die
 So united we stand
 And if family come before
 All the fortune and fame
 (Fortune and fame)
 As I walk up in the crib
 Laid to rest me head
 Say salaam to the angels
 Hope they bless my bed
 Hope they bless me the righteous way
 Got a homie locked down
 Outta town
 I sent him a kite today
 Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dawg
 Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
 I was passed down the street fame
 Like Glocks clocked and keep aim
 Was raised up with a clock box
 And I ran with the local street gang
 They say the light is faded
 But still shine in the dark
 You can easy been a man
 But you is a boy in your heart
 And that's some game that I got
 From generation of game
 In the road of life dog
 We need to switch up lanes
 Think about it
 I can't complain
 I've seen my fair share of the fame
 It won't change me
 Now I've got this piece of change
 I feel strange I got so use to the hood
 That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good
 I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
 When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
 Ghetto ain't made me I made myself
 Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help
 I pray for my health my mind and my family too
 State of myself my grind and my family crew
 Where one hand washes the other
 No we ain't blood
 But we still real brothers
 The struggle is real
 Nothing can steal
 What we build
 And that remains the same
 'Till that day we killed
 And that's real
 Life that I was aimed to be
 Love by my family tree
 That's fame to me
 How about it