Sycosis, Jazmine Sullivan - Be Famous lyrics
[Sycosis, Jazmine Sullivan - Be Famous lyrics]
I used to dream about cars and things
About being a star and things
I thought that I would outgrow these things
Its seems my dreams won't go away
So, it's more like a nightmare
Keeping me up all night
Like a nightmare, it's taking over my mind
My desire burns inside like a flame and
It can't and it won't be contained
So I gotta be famous i gotta be somebody
So I gotta be famous i gotta be somebody
12 years old in my 6th grade class
Spit a freestyle and my niggas just laughed
Told em one day I'mma perfect that flow
When I sign my deal I'mma stack that dough
Hooks up looks up damn near 30
Full time job and my beard getting furry
Cursed with the verse bills due on the first
Its already the 10th and
I'm damn near worried
How Rap going? Fuck you quit asking
Most niggas trash and they fans just gas em
Laugh at they ass when they
Pass I harass them tell em I was born with
The creed of assassins
Tell em I'mma be in the
Back of they band wagon
Leave stretched out with the
4 and I'm fantastic
I'mma be famous for lyrics I hand crafted
Or else we all going to
War and you been drafted
And this is the sickness I spit with
The system was built against us
But, I'mma be famous not nameless this
Game is just glory and guts
Sweat and some tears, damn it's been years
Blood and some pain, nightmares and fears
Dreams and some goals, demons and souls
Stakes too high I'll be damned if I fold
Damned if I leave, damned if I quit
Cuz I'm so close but yet so far
A ghetto star a black lil kid
Who just wanna make it just get big
Is that too much, is that unreal?
Is it in my hands or in God's will?
Is it up to me or is it up to yall?
If I get that high is it enough to fall?
Looking at my life seeing what I became
Baptized in water walking right
Into the flame
Eyes on the prize for the family and the guys
Fuck the money and the fame
I'm just trying to survive
Trying to stay alive when you
Grow up in the Chi
Its psycho with the drama you
Could really do or die
Its kids killing kids you just
Read it on the news
But they headed to the block instead
Of headed to the school
Pistol and a tool see he hungry and confused
You ain't thinking about your future when
You focused on some shoes
Trying to push a pack til
You make a couple racks
Get fly for some hoes
Can't no niggas hold you back
But all these young niggas backwards
And all these Rap niggas actors
And if fame is a factor
I'mma ball in the game til
My name in the rafters
Change up the lane I'm insane
With this rap shit aim with the flame like I
Came with a match stick
Hit em with the heaters you can
Feel it through your speaksers
Through your subs and your tweeters
Make your brian do a black flip
Shit too sick with the word play
Blowing money fast call it
Cake on my birthday
Trying to get a motherfucking
Single on the radio
Paying all these dj's they still
Won't play me though
Just trying to make it out out here
We all trying to survive
Moving forward in any way we can
Staying in motion, trying not to give up
Even when it's a setup but we gotta make it
We ain't got no choice but make it
You GOTTA BE you HAVE TO BE
You NEED TO BE Famous
Then this is what you do hUSTLE
About being a star and things
I thought that I would outgrow these things
Its seems my dreams won't go away
So, it's more like a nightmare
Keeping me up all night
Like a nightmare, it's taking over my mind
My desire burns inside like a flame and
It can't and it won't be contained
So I gotta be famous i gotta be somebody
So I gotta be famous i gotta be somebody
12 years old in my 6th grade class
Spit a freestyle and my niggas just laughed
Told em one day I'mma perfect that flow
When I sign my deal I'mma stack that dough
Hooks up looks up damn near 30
Full time job and my beard getting furry
Cursed with the verse bills due on the first
Its already the 10th and
I'm damn near worried
How Rap going? Fuck you quit asking
Most niggas trash and they fans just gas em
Laugh at they ass when they
Pass I harass them tell em I was born with
The creed of assassins
Tell em I'mma be in the
Back of they band wagon
Leave stretched out with the
4 and I'm fantastic
I'mma be famous for lyrics I hand crafted
Or else we all going to
War and you been drafted
And this is the sickness I spit with
The system was built against us
But, I'mma be famous not nameless this
Game is just glory and guts
Sweat and some tears, damn it's been years
Blood and some pain, nightmares and fears
Dreams and some goals, demons and souls
Stakes too high I'll be damned if I fold
Damned if I leave, damned if I quit
Cuz I'm so close but yet so far
A ghetto star a black lil kid
Who just wanna make it just get big
Is that too much, is that unreal?
Is it in my hands or in God's will?
Is it up to me or is it up to yall?
If I get that high is it enough to fall?
Looking at my life seeing what I became
Baptized in water walking right
Into the flame
Eyes on the prize for the family and the guys
Fuck the money and the fame
I'm just trying to survive
Trying to stay alive when you
Grow up in the Chi
Its psycho with the drama you
Could really do or die
Its kids killing kids you just
Read it on the news
But they headed to the block instead
Of headed to the school
Pistol and a tool see he hungry and confused
You ain't thinking about your future when
You focused on some shoes
Trying to push a pack til
You make a couple racks
Get fly for some hoes
Can't no niggas hold you back
But all these young niggas backwards
And all these Rap niggas actors
And if fame is a factor
I'mma ball in the game til
My name in the rafters
Change up the lane I'm insane
With this rap shit aim with the flame like I
Came with a match stick
Hit em with the heaters you can
Feel it through your speaksers
Through your subs and your tweeters
Make your brian do a black flip
Shit too sick with the word play
Blowing money fast call it
Cake on my birthday
Trying to get a motherfucking
Single on the radio
Paying all these dj's they still
Won't play me though
Just trying to make it out out here
We all trying to survive
Moving forward in any way we can
Staying in motion, trying not to give up
Even when it's a setup but we gotta make it
We ain't got no choice but make it
You GOTTA BE you HAVE TO BE
You NEED TO BE Famous
Then this is what you do hUSTLE