wilderness tours guided by and for the blind cool rulers standing still sweating through the shade who knew those lights only grew bright to fame dead
'cause I'm never gonna lie What is about who I am that makes me unforgettable What it is about what I've done that makes it so incredible More money, more problems well the fame
a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters, 'Nasty Arts' ran my line evading cop cars, And we looked up to them like they were rock stars, Paint stained hands and fame
could But I just keep humming Girl, you've got some nerve Taking everything that you deserve Touching all the places that are yours And touching all the bases as you score
He was aways gonna struggle Nature had seen to that He dreamt of those old-fashioned movies Where Bogart gets the dame But a lorry load of Lorre Is still the score
He was always gonna struggle Nature had seen to that He dreamt of those old fashioned movies Where Bogart gets the dame But a lorry load of Lorre Is still the score
my Lois Lane She ain't playing the game Losing altitude They tryna change my zone Oh wait a wait a minute Let me put my goggles on They give me all this fame
my liquor dark and a mean white slut It's over for you, cavern ass rapper, get out the game You can fool the record labels but not the street fame I
hard' Me, pick of the litter I was born to bubble y'all Born to chain game, shit born to stand guard Play games, you left nameless, fame ball Promise
like me, you just automatic starting you like me, you design Aston Martin?s Bow ties on, I?m just GQ modelling damn, fresh I am when I start scoring I
door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard, "So you off tourin'?" I turned and seen this whore That I used to fiend for, that ain't never let me score
the imprint on honey's private Now, she's love sick Ruler Rick, scores again Sex presents itself like trophies, I'm out to win And it's easier to claim with the fame
what any little boy would do Making up a few false rumors or two That for sure is not a man to me Slandering names for popularity It's sad you only get your fame
, you really try to go for yours But I know why you ain't had no dough before So you tried and lied to drain my fame This ain't a game, yo, you know my
the prettiest girl around Golden hair and eyes of blue how those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you) Boys hung round her by the score
to pleasure easily Despite our last sincere intent We rise at two and go out unkempt Retire at six for a little more Hey, there?s no one keeping score
got a gun I bust one shot, you see a hundred niggas run So sit on black gortex, before test, we all wore vests I'm takin' all bets, to see who will score
