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Price of Fame

by Jason Nkanga

(Intro)
Where's that voice coming from?
From..from Nowhere
B. Young
Y..Yo
Y..Yo
Y..Yo
Yo G
Now what up G man?

(Verse 1- Jason Nkanga)
Let's get it
Aw damn
Woo!
Uh
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Damn you ever wondered what more can I get from life?
That's more precious than the cash sitting in the bank
That's more precious than the ice sitting on your wrist
I gotta wonder what more can a nigga get from this?
Than twenty thousand people screaming out your goddamn name
You hit the riches
You don hit the motherfucking fame
Your music dope enough to get one hundred thousand likes
But most importantly you changed one hundred thousand lives
Godamn, have you thought back why you started this?
Was it the passion or retweets?
Have you thought of this?
Or maybe hits or the dollars
You was chasing these?
To get so big to make my haters wanna fuck with this
Or maybe get Obama put me on his playlist
‘Damn son, Jays fire” hear him say this
Or sign a record deal before the age of 29
Jheez pops
What I told you?
I'll be just fine
Ya dig?

Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Aw damn
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

(Verse 2- Jules Delø)
5 4 3 2 the 1
You see I be spitting fire
There must be smoke in my lungs
Got some shawtys in my ride
And some more are in the trunk
And your shawty so esketit
Like she roll with lil pump
Man that's bullshit
Forgotten kings like Elvis
My flow so deadly
It killed the nigga who touched this shit
I may be the greatest
Until you all grade us
Cause when we make mistakes
Man I hope you don't notice
Damn I'm losing it man
Pressure on me like POTUS
Man I be sweating bullets
It's on the pad that I wrote this
But this shit's gon' be lit
Like I'm trying to roll this
But my soul's like hold it cause
Uh
So many niggas try to make it then they duck the press
So many niggas try to fake it then they are depressed
So many niggas who ain't got it all try to flex
So many niggas who ain't got pussy talking bout sex
You see if I was famous they would all know my part
But the day I die who would be at my graveyard?
The king of pop was popping when he did thriller
Until the media went from positive to his killer
Is that the legacy you tryna leave behind?
A posse full of fake niggas who ain't got no spine
Even Stevie Wonder see through the bullshit and he blind
In life mama said boy just play there's no rewind
Uh
You go from homie to property
King from poverty
And then you lose focus and disrupt the whole prophecy
So many rappers are bitch niggas and candy asses
So many rappers are paid to deceive the masses
I got the game on lock like I'm Chris Masters
But I might give away the keys
I heard the games haunted
Niggas turn killers cause they didn't get some cake
Niggas killing niggas for bitches they might slay
Jewelleries cars houses men they all the same
Just like drugs is fun at first till it turns lame
And that's the price of fame?
That's the price of fame?
Here you go my nigga
You can keep the change
Shit!!

(Outro)
Fame is like a pretty bitch
You could get up and go fuck
Or you could go get fucked up
Either way...you're fucked
Hahaha