Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same
But that was way before i made the dough and met the game
As much i spit flame, is going to give me fame,
They wanted me to have happiness, but happiness never came around.
Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,
Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party
I got what i wanted , and i wanted to be free.
And you are you too, but bitch i'm three
And she wanted no parts of me
She still wanted to protect it, until death came and got her
Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker
Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
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