And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME
C'mon c'mon
(Chorus)
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
(Verse 1: 2Pac)
Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's
Stresses after battle with success comes greed
They got me hot When they shot me plotted my revenge
To increase my ends enemies getting 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 ss there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes coaster crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards with a 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
(Verse 2: Kadafi)
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
(Chorus)
(Verse 3: Kastro)
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
(Verse 4: Napoleon)
As I walk up in the crib laid to rest me head
Say some rhymes to 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 dog
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
(Chorus)
(Verse 5: Young Noble)
I can't complain I've seen my fair share of the fame
It wont change me now I've got this piece of change
I feel strange I got so used 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 watches 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
(Chorus)
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