Текст песни Price of Fame - 38 Spesh , Klass Murda , Ransom , Benny The Butcher , Che Noir
I
ain't
ever
think
that
we
would
make
it
off
of
reefer
Got
a
plug
downtown
and
one
way
in
Catalina
Showed
my
man
the
blueprint
and
made
him
a
believer
And
my
plug
look
like
he
related
to
Selena
Your
weed
smell
like
shit
and
not
a
soul
want
it
My
weed
KRS-One,
it
got
a
nose
on
it
You
speakin'
to
the
big
ape,
could
turn
you
to
a
big
plate
I
got
shooters
from
Cayuga
to
Midstate
And
got
shooters
in
the
street,
dumpin'
out
the
Jeep
Cherokee
If
the
nigga
don't
die,
he
gon'
need
therapy
I
just
bought
a
new
40,
I
grip
it
and
hit
him
with
it
When
I'm
done
it
"click,
click"
like
pictures
on
prison
visits
Rеal
dope
boy,
my
whole
town
know
Part-time
rappеr,
they
still
tryna
steal
my
sound
though,
it's
Murda
They
say
I'm
a
gift
from
God
but
possessed
by
a
dark
energy
A
dull
blade
can
always
be
sharpened
by
smart
enemies
A
hundred
arms
like
large
centipedes,
dark
tendencies
Every
clip
I
got
for
the
game
is
like
Bob
Menery's
Breakin'
down
these
plays
in
a
vulgar
fashion,
you
tryna
box?
Shit,
you
ain't
gotta
wait
for
no
lull
in
action,
I
come
relax
him
Body
drop,
your
focus
is
leavin'
nigga,
no
one
distract
him
One
attraction,
money
and
murder,
that
was
my
hunger
passion
Now
it's
money
deals
with
my
Jewish
lawyer
Champagne
under
my
chandelier
in
my
newest
foyer
Look
in
the
eyes
of
your
closest
friends
and
see
who
was
for
ya
Now
look
in
the
eyes
of
them
same
Friends
and
see
who
destroys
ya,
damn
Get
paid
handsomely
but
actually
ugly
Don't
smile
when
you
shakin'
my
hand,
don't
ever
laugh
when
you
hug
me
I
know
the
cut
of
your
jib,
don't
gotta
ask
if
you
love
me
This
fifth'll
crush
up
your
ribs
and
Blow
off
half
of
your
skully,
it's
Duffel
The
price
of
fame,
I
fill
these
mics
with
pain,
redefine
the
game
The
art
of
war,
don't
need
a
knife
or
gun,
when
your
mind's
the
blade
My
life
a
maze,
I
come
from
a
city
full
of
crime
and
pain
A
bunch
of
niggas
playin'
dice
or
spades,
twistin'
microbraids
Top
five
and
if
these
niggas
sleep,
they
sleep
inside
a
grave
A
sniper's
aim,
trigger
pull,
a
bullet
land
inside
his
brain
The
paramedics
searchin'
for
a
pulse,
but
they
can't
find
a
vein
His
family
stressed,
whisper
silent
pray,
scream
and
cry
his
name
Look,
they
put
a
Black
person
for
sale
Use
churches
and
tell,
that
the
man
we
worship
is
pale
If
you
could
read,
that's
why
they
murdered
the
males
Now
it's
ironic
how
these
niggas
catch
A
sentence
'fore
they
learn
how
to
spell
We
sittin'
courtside,
I
don't
watch
the
lakers
from
a
skybox
Road
to
riches
most
niggas
crash,
'cause
of
blind
spots
Pen
game
cold,
invest
my
figures
and
I
buy
stock
My
drip
game
cold,
could
squeeze
a
river
from
a
eye
drop,
nigga
1 Immunity
2 Corner
3 Price of Fame
4 Spineless
5 Tokyo Drift
6 Long Story Short
7 Load Up
8 Love Left
9 Blue Money
10 Silent Death
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