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Uh, my whole life did a 180 |
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Now every bitch love me, and every nigga hate me |
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And every kid adore me, and other rappers bore me |
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So now I'm living life, popping pills, having orgies |
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Every time I leave the house, somebody saying shit |
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I guess they right, fame ain't nothing to be playing with |
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But all I wanna do is rap songs |
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Find a couple shorties, get my mac on, then back home |
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Camera's get they snap on, I never asked to be Brad Pitt |
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This ain't Meet Joe Black, Mr & Mrs Smith |
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Fuck all this bullshit, this booth's my pulpit |
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And when I leave up outta here, nigga I don't owe you shit |
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Sixteens make them hoes spit cream |
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Cause its sick dreams, thinking that I'll lick seams |
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Uh, the paparazzi just crept by, and all I think about is Princess Di |
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And I don't wanna be famous |
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Cause fame just ain't right |
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Cause fame just ain't right |
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I wanna drive my cars, live my life |
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Have my kids, kiss my wife |
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But I don't wanna be famous |
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I don't wanna be famous |
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I wanna hang with my niggas, smoke my weed |
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Stand on my block, chain on free |
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But I don't wanna be famous |
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Cause fame just ain't right |
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Uh, white bitches all across my couch |
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Getting high, I close my eyes and I pick one out |
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Yea they care about me, only cause I'm famous |
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And she listen everyday to the pics I painted |
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See empty love is the norm |
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How I hop up out the car to the club and they swarm |
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Rubbing on a nigga like I'm trying to keep warm |
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Hoping that I brought a stack to the club and it'll storm |
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Yo, see everybody wanna be friends |
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And old girls trying to tie up their loose ends |
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My little sister smile when I be on TV |
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But I ain't never home, that's how she see me |
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Uh, see fame's a monster, it's killing people |
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And you'll be lucky if you stay alive for the sequel |
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The paparazzi just crept by, and all I think about is Princess Di |
