Fuck Da Fame

(album: Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)

Not your bitch ass nigga

Natas... bitch it ain't what you think
Ain't for your ho ass anyway

Young millionaire on top of the world
I don't give a fuck, I lost my girl
I fucked all her friends 'cause I'm cut like that
Esham's back with the murder rap
I didn't give a fuck about the nigga that popped me
Y'all niggas want me dead but y'all still can't stop me
I'm saying fuck the world, nigga fuck what you heard
I don't need this bullshit I can buy me a bird
Flip a key to a G is all about money
In the D-E-T ain't shit funny
I would murder your ass if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if your bitch don't dance
Nigga I get money all goddamn day
So what the fuck a nigga like you gon' say
Ain't no love and this shit is like a goddamn game
Cause I'm all about cash flow, punk assho'

Fuck the fame...

I hate the way you kiss a nigga dick when you see me
I think deep down inside yo' ho ass wanna be me
I got no time for you bitches playing these ho ass games
If you fuck or make love bitch it's all the same
Fuck a ho and her mama I ain't got no time
No need to be lying bitch you ain't mine
See bitch, I know a nigga you fuck and I hate
So you could never set me up and make murder my fate
Money make a nigga suffer even though I got dough
It make a nigga never know, you see I'll never know
About you ho ass niggas that be plotting to kill me
Jealousy is in your eyes and you still can't feel me
Ho ass joint worker, never bought an 'O'
You looking at a millionaire and bitch you don't know
You 5 dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
With the presidential Rolex on my hand

Fuck the fame...

Only famous mother fuckers that I know in the pen
And they was even more famous before they went in
Young niggas getting money straight puttin in work
All the shit I been through make you go to church
Nigga fuck that shit you talking 'bout
If you can't back it up, best to walk it out
I'm from the east side nigga off Mack and Chene
Where niggas don't give a fuck about no fame
I was raised in the hood where crime pays
Where niggas get checked for their Cartiers
Nigga run that shit, ho give that here
And this type of shit happen every year
So that's why I'm all about my mail man
Cause niggas want to see me in jail man
Fuck the fame, and niggas I ain't saying no names
But you ho ass niggas ain't got no game
Fuck the fame

Fuck the fame...

And fuck you, ride along with it
I'm infamous out here on these hoes
You ain't know
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By no way, shape or form am I famous out here
I'm infamous out here on you hoes
And I know you know, you only famous when you dead, Bitch