Fame

歌詞

[Sample from "Trespass":] "You don't know nothing do you? That's the beauty of gold It never tarnishes Lasts forever, too You can melt it down, pound it, twist it, piss on it But it's always the same gold It was here long before we were and it'll be here a long time after we're gone I bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece" [Verse 1:] If you cry under fire then you wasn't built for war If a pimp take you girl then your girl was never yours Mental kickboxer, still test jaws I'm Grandmaster, Grimm Reaper Feds snooping at door like Mr. Roper Monitored cause talented like Mr. Ripley State frustrated, hated, can't get me The Gingerbread Man but for short call me Gingy Suicidal, jump right in a glass of milk I'm made of dough so watch a nigga swell I could never fall apart cause mad is the flow You could never ever take my crown, I'll kill you at a show Hit stars with guns, make 'em see stars Hit cops with dum-dums, trying to be smart Gotta lay him down, didn't know he was a narc Gingerbread man but I have a stone heart Payback extortion from fraternal order Informant sent letter to D.A. with tracing paper With invisible ink, trapped in magic library I wanna scream but it's a secret indictment Judge whistle Dixie from excitement The law is a lefty, so where the rights went? Pain on display for world like David Blaine True crime stories but they think I entertain A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money, I want the money, I want the money [Verse 2:] Are you down with so and so? What's your gimmick? Nothing, my life is lyrics so I spit it When murder is something that you become accustomed to Taking a life just don't fuck with you House niggas faceless, buried in field of potters Field niggas found shelter, now squatters If eyes are the window to soul, then why am I squinting? My face is on the money that I'm printing, strike a pose Wanna take life, strike my foes I rolled through Hell and it froze My halo got burnt but it still glows I'm not on my feet but I stay on my toes If we ain't cool then that's the way it goes Forget all the kid shit fucking with a grown man Niggas running around fantasizing like they're Peter Pan Your life's a scam and I'm a fuck it up like Neverland A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money fuck the fame A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream I want the money, I want the money, I want the money All that other shit is overrated I want the money Cash [Sample from "Trespass":] "I don't know what this stuff is anymore God's gold, our gold, fool's gold What we can do is take as many of them as we can and hope for the best" "What about trading the gold to 'em for our safety? " "They'd kill us anyway I would if I was them Truth is Vince I don't see any way we're gonna get out of here quiet" A man with a dream with plans to make cream, cream, cream, cream cream