F.A.M.E

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Ive got too many hitters
 Wanna fuck with my hitters
 Tryna earn their stripes for their clicker
 Thank god for my 9 millimetre
 Thank god for me and my brethrens
 Fuck the judge and the sentence
 My enemies turn to victims
 Ive got the lord as my witness
 Ive got too many hitters
 Wanna fuck with my hitters
 Tryna earn their stripes for their clicker
 Thank god for my 9 millimetre
 Thank god for me and my brethrens
 Fuck the judge and the sentence
 My enemies turn to victims
 Ive got the lord as my witness
 So yeah yeah yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck off
 That boy from the western won't hesitate to bang that western
 I pop first if theres tension before i pop that question
 We dont go to war like tekken
 Semi automatic got me overdressing
 Seven shots in a second reppin
 Put him in a box
 But im not meal preppin
 Try play with the don yeah
 You'll get done
 Before the rap game i still make funds
 You can't talk smoke
 ? at your mums
 Go at all my streams i did it on my 1's
 Play the wrong card and you'll get got
 Send a word inside and you'll get chopped
 How about old mate got flopped in the pod
 Went clinic and never came back dog
 See my shooters shoot out of love
 No rats in the crew
 Dust them under the rug
 Yeah i make club bangers
 But dont get it twisted
 Cos i still let it bang in the club
 See ive been through hell with my brothers
 I back them all like they're my own blood
 Yeah i make club bangers
 But dont get it twisted
 Cos i still let it bang in the club
 They dont wanna end up dead
 Playing this game
 With real hard hitters
 Talk form but never put in work
 Still waiting for the day you bring your witness
 No opposition dont phase me
 Lets get down to the real talk
 Break this down for a real cause
 Credit where credits due
 Make them songs but stick to the truth
 If you're a rookie
 You're a rookie
 Got to work your way up them ranks
 How do these kids get a pass
 I dont even know who they are
 Still got hitters in the car
 And i still got hitters in the pod
 Calling shots in the yard
 All this talk on the net
 Pull out when they see me pull up
 They dont wanna go hard
 Ive got too many hitters
 Wanna fuck with my hitters
 Tryna earn their stripes for their clicker
 Thank god for my 9 millimetre
 Thank god for me and my brethrens
 Fuck the judge and the sentence
 My enemies turn to victims
 Ive got the lord as my witness
 So yeah yeah yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck off
 Wanna beef me
 Then the beef dont stop
 I dont bartend
 But i send them shots
 Dont talk about work
 Dont talk about Glocks
 Taskforce on me cos my iphone hot
 Opps wanna put me in the box
 Cops want me in the wing like fox
 Most of my opps been touched
 You know whos really letting that pop
 Sick and tired of all these flops
 No ones safe when the thing gets cocked
 Talk about tools than we got that stock
 Have to put me down if you want this dosh
 They want smoke i send it send it
 Shots get busy
 And i leg it leg it
 This beef can't debt debt it
 Fuel to the fire i fed it fed it
 If i go all the way
 Then theres no remorse
 With gang on myself bra
 Still stand tall
 Fuck the statistics
 Check the ballistics
 If you cunts really wanna talk about scores
 Fuck that i dont wanna talk no more
 Scream out gang
 And then cry in court
 Never be a day when i dont show form
 And its fuck that side
 Till im colding them all
 Bra who wants smoke
 We want smoke
 When i hit that line
 They press decline
 Please lord strike me down
 If i ever rap about a drill thats not mine
 Fake cunts wanna talk about knocks
 Lil dogs never done a knock in their life
 Playing these cunts
 Tryna fact check me
 Lord knows that i say no lies
 Can't say much but how many times did the shop get shut
 When these little dogs wanna talk about us
 And who showed form
 When it come to the crunch
 We know who
 And they know who
 But cops come around
 I dont got no clue
 We know who
 And they know who
 And they know who but cops come around
 I dont got no clue
 So yeah yeah yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck all my enemies yeah
 Fuck off
 

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Duration
03:55
Key
11
Tempo
142 BPM

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