"4 the Fame" Videos
It gave me chills the first time
That I saw that nigga since he shot LaGhram
They had him locked down, he got his weight up
And now he swears he's the fuckin' man
No remorse, that niggas cold
He's runnin' shit now or so I'm told
Word up the devil done stole his soul in fact
I heard he sold it long ago
No doubt to break out, from the ghetto
That be making fiends out of moms
Car alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on
Word is bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same
Watch your back it's a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax
Your best friend will sell you out and no doubt
He's makin' a name, he'd die for the fame
I don't want much I just want everything, die for the fame.
'Some get a little, and some get none
Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my anthem
17 long hard years of blood tears
Nigga you were never there, nigga you would never care
Fuck the word 'cause the world fuc
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