Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really
But lets bring back another dead celebrity
Things'll never be the same
But when it comes to fame
Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change
In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money
Through all the rain and the pain
So they could all reach fame
My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name
I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame
Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.
Must be something you want me to see
I dont care about the fame
Bad rap, cuties claim
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