Fame Is A Game

Some nights I stay up and wonder why I do this

It doesn't even pay but I still remain too true to it

I wouldn't make it big, believe me I already knew it

Some of the vibes that I get, Transmit some shit

That half of these rappers on here don't even mean most of it

They just wanna be placed on a grid, Become that one kid

I stick quick with my dick, stay running like Michael Vick

But I go down with just a flick, That's why I never start a diss

Cuz I did, Believe me I would soon learn to coexist

My rhymes are just a twist, But stick to you like a cyst

I relate, On any sadness displayed, any person that's been played

My heart searches for an aid, Cuz this shit doesn't get me paid

Cuz I still rap my own way, A getaway in the USA

The hated are still prayed, DNA from the KKK can't convey

We all hate upon but words that still remain and stay

All searching for a way to get pay, The lost are still stray

Serve my ass kicking on a tray, Tampa Bay, Delray

All trying to find a pathway, All hoping that someday

That we will have fame, Not knowing that rap is just a game

And half these rappers rap the same, All lame, all shame

All look for a grain, And still remain to be a no-name

This rap game has never changed, Just fucking ask Lil Wayne

Learn to stay in a lane like Jeremy Lane, But still bring pain

You wanna drain rain, Just ask the rapper 2 Chainz

We've all had a dance with a devil, I know it's not settle

Like cooking fire in a kettle, It's not accidental

But literally due to mental, We all need to go above a level

But several still rap like there special but there still central

Life is vital looking for a title but still trying to cause a tidal

Trying to become another's idol and still remain tribal

But verbal sentences are a literal start you gotta think smart

Gotta be sharp blowing your raps off the charts it's only a part

You gotta maintain a variable and remain very liable

So yours fans will all have pride in you and become valuable

If your so hot you become flammable believe me some will try to light you

Even fight you, to test your well being and seeing the feeling

Of the hate and stress and wondering how much you press

To be the best, it's a literal guess and being famous is a mess

If you believe your blessed than your thoughts are stretched

Ideal for beings all literally being sketched and mind swept

The sweat the crept it's way onto your paper, not in your favor

You'll explain later but always have haters it's a fact

You can put everyone on the map or just lay back

And watch the bombs lay avast and have money stat

Or fall face first and watch you whole path crash and fall and splat

I can tell you one thing you don't want that it is just like an attack

They distract to hit you where the exact amount where you dispatched

All that dough and watch it all go, and you didn't even know