Nipsey Hussle - Fame lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Fame lyrics]
Who fuckin' with me? Tell me one name
And ask him if he came
From dope spots and gunplay
Finally off the runway
Damn it feel good to spend a
Thousand on my son's shades
Look, with street smarts who I dumb paid
Seen the brake lights
I had to swerve off the runway
Uh, I knew that I would make it one day
Know I gotta be a real
Nigga 'cause I'm unphased
I got a Beamer with a
Whole lot of trunk space
Fuck face actin' mad 'cause he unpaid
And I been out here since a young age
I never been the type to complain
I'ma let my gun bang
By any means to make my funds raise
I'm on this money marathon, nigga
So I run things
Check out this status that I obtained
It's ten racks and four tickets if
You want me at your club, mane
And in the scheme of things
That's chump change
When you doin' ten a month and
Savin' up when you done things
I Crip hard and get love from the Blood gang
Blue Chucks on the Red Carpet like
"Fuck fame"