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Artiste : Tom MacDonald & Adam Calhoun
Titre : Fame
When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it´s a lot of fucking pain

I´m just a guy, I´m different, fuck ´bout fame

Came a long way since Crenshaw
Only whiteboy on the damn block
Every single day someone get shot
Drive-bys, drug deals, dead cops
Internet buzz turned full blown fame
Little bit of clout, turned biggest in the game
30 something number ones, everybody know my name
I ain´t gon´ lie, shit´s strange
Hollywood homies are cool but they different
They so obsessed with their brand and their image
I keep that shit at a comfortable distance
Fuck the whole industry, been independent
Everywhere I look I see me
Radio, magazine, Twitter, TV
I´m bored of the buzz, I´ve had more than enough

And performing in public ain´t my cup of tea
Famous so dangerous, the game full of haters
They fake it to make it, they´re chasing checks
The labels are Satan, the artists are slaves and when they don´t make paper they´re laid to rest
They lie to your face and there ain´t no escapin´
Your name on the line till the day you´re dead
I´m praying for safety, if one day they take me, the day I´m erased I got one request

When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it´s a lot of fucking pain
I´m just a guy, I´m different, fuck ´bout fame

We´re the same, fuck fame
Funny how the money makes so much change
Money, change, get it?
Used to dream about sittin´ in a Range with a bad bitch saw on a IG picture
Game´s all fiction, look in the mirror, my face go missin´
Kurt Cobain myself, that gun go bang
Better fill my prescription, this shit different
Look at how I made it far
Dreams come true or break your heart
Leave you faded in the dark
Bitch, it was cold, I slept in cars, on the couch in the garage
I made it out, you hatin´, huh?
I didn´t set the standard motherfucker, I just raised the bar
It´s a damn shame what the rap game ´bout

Best friends stab you in the back just to get some clout
Can´t make it own they own so they got they hand out, man down
Bet he ran out back to his damn house
No damage, fuck you amateurs, you´re at a disadvantage
I´m a star so when I die bury me on a different planet

When I die bury me in all my chains
So I look fly when I see my opps again
I been solid all my life, it´s a lot of fucking pain
I´m just a guy, I´m different, fuck ´bout fame