paroles de chanson Suffering From Success - DJ Khaled feat. Ace Hood & Future
The
price
of
fame
Shit
real
Fuck
fame
Let's
fuck
this
shit
Fuck
fame
Got
too
many
racks
on
me
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
Just
go
get
em,
I'm
VIP
I
believed
in
CID
I
don't
trust
you!
I'm
suffering
I'm
suffering...
from
success
I'm
suffering...
from
success
I
worked
so
hard...
This
my
hymn
song
Fuck
this
money
nigga,
fuck
this
chain
Fuck
my
watch,
you
can
have
that
ring
Keep
my
whips,
you
can
have
that
fame
So
stressed
out,
I'm
going
insane
Young
nigga
can't
even
sleep
at
night
All
this
money
I
done
seen
in
life
More
cash
bring
more
haters
Fuck
around
and
went
and
bought
a
chopper
twice
Cause
I'm
paranoid,
and
I
bury
boy
If
he
playin'
with
mine,
then
it's
oh
lord
Please
don't
make
a
nigga
do
that
Please
don't
make
a
nigga
do
that
You
dont'
know
what
the
fuck
I
been
through
Plus
my
lawyer
texting
me
too,
boy
my
baby
momma
be
trippin'
Talking
bout
child
support,
I
can't
do
it
I
don't
trust
nobody
but
God,
all
these
foreign's
parked
in
my
yard
Swear
last
night
I
swimmed
in
that
money,
then
woke
up
in
a
million
dollar
car
Boy
I'm
too
stressed,
so
blessed
Please
somebody
pray
for
me,
I'm
suffering
from
success
Lord,
have
mercy
Got
too
many
racks
on
me
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
Just
go
get
em,
I'm
VIP
I
believed
in
CID
I
don't
trust
you!
I'm
suffering
I'm
suffering...
from
success
I'm
suffering...
from
success
My
momma
told
me
when
I
was
a
little
bity
boy,
I
was
blessed
Frustrated
Nigga
fuck
that
car
Fuck
these
ho's
Fuck
these
millions
Fuck
your
feelings
I'm
sufferin,
I'm
sufferin
Fuck
this
house,
fuck
this
condo
Fuck
these
models,
fuck
these
bottles
I'm
suffering
I'm
suffering
Got
too
many
racks
on
me
I
can't
even
go
to
sleep
Just
go
get
em,
I'm
VIP
I
believed
in
CID
I
don't
trust
you!
I'm
suffering
I'm
suffering...
from
success
I'm
suffering...
from
success
My
momma
told
me
when
I
was
a
little
bity
boy,
I
was
blessed
Frustrated
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