fame

yeah started from the bottom and now im here, beer in the hand

im on top and never will i drop, you wanna face me, you'll here

the sound of a loud pop, next thing you know you drop

in the back ground i hear the sirens, ohh shit its a cop,

start running from the scene, get in the car and drive, turn and look back

making sure that your not alive, payback is a bitch and you just received

som thing a bit bigger than a stitch, not a scar by far.

haha im in my car heading to the house, walk through the door,

then sit in my chair, get a beat going, think a little bit

and throw some rhymes, rapping till the day i die, if you shall ask why?

i rap because the words show my pain, it runs in my veins, im going a 100

skipping lanes, this ain't no game, you go through alot to recieve the name,

the name is combined this a shit load of fame, it will tear you back down

down to the point you want to die, right back were you started,

you start climbing the rope, you get to the point that you feel good

everyones say your flow is so dope, so rich you got gold chains on,

you won't even know how i flow so dope, im so dirty i have to take some soap

after every hit i take from the choke, i reverse that shit, flip it to the point that

im lit, i shall no longer throw a fit, as i sit my blood boils, and my brain spoils,

my IQ drops, cops always trying to find me, i can't even rhyme G.

i just might be the guy who submidably walks out of the game, no say, why

or who. he walks out with a smile hoping no one remembers his name.

like i said glory and fame comes with pain. im going, just remember my name