4 The Fame

It gave me chills the first time
 That I saw that nigga since he shot LaGhram
 They had him locked down, he got his weight up
 And now he swears he's the fuckin' man
 No remorse, that niggas cold
 He's runnin' shit now or so I'm told
 Word up the devil done stole his soul in fact
 I heard he sold it long ago
 No doubt to break out, from the ghetto
 That be making fiends out of moms
 Car alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on
 Word is bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same
 Watch your back it's a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax
 Your best friend will sell you out and no doubt
 He's makin' a name, he'd die for the fame
 I don't want much I just want everything, die for the fame.
 'Some get a little, and some get none
 Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my anthem
 17 long hard years of blood tears
 Nigga you were never there, nigga you would never care
 Fuck the word 'cause the world fucked me
 You could take me outta' hard times
 But you can't hard times outta' me
 Run your shit, bitch, we was tight
 But now I look out for myself, only for myself
 I'm a changed man with a changed game plan
 Hung out together, grew up, you was my main man
 But shit's just not the same, I'm in it for the fame
 Childhood nightmare scenes that souped his head up
 His broken heart and broken dreams got him mad fed up
 The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the first time
 Since his mother died when he was 5
 Sinkin' his sorrows in Jack D and Old E
 Just then he wasn't glad he reminded himself of his daddy
 Who made the pipe his wife and hit it every night
 His tears were thick, his thoughts were mad hectic
 He's not pretending, he's thinking of ending
 The reminiscing over hard times and hard luck
 Nobody gave a fuck again the agony struck
 He put the barrel in his mouth, bit down and just bucked