FAME

[Verse 1: WE$TPHAL]
Imagine I just started rappin'
Lookin' for the fastest way to make this money
Took a deal and started makin' music
I was desperate, I was never confident about my talent
Had somebody tell me everything I'd rap about, and send me out on tour
Now they're makin' millions, puttin' it in they pocket
And I'm only seein' pennies, now I'm tired from all the tourin'
But the life is so alluring, and I'm gettin' real popular
And all the paychecks comin', but I fucking need binoculars
'Cause every single body eatin' from my pockets, though
Like a damn itch, all in my balls and shit
They say once the game is activated, you done made it
Everything is elevated, you the greatest, you the shit!
Long as you keep crankin' out them hits, they be suckin' on your dick
When the curtains start to close on all this fame and shit
Who the fuck is right beside you, ready to build again?
Keepin' stuck to all the paper, to your fucking pen
You the one, you the greatest, you the shit
You the reason that you made it, screw all these industry haters
Fuck the fame

[Pre-Chorus: Dria]
Light a flame, blow me out
I'm on fire, put me out
When everybody knows my name
Checks are coming in my name
But when I die, who is she?
Who gives a fuck about me?
It's like I never played the game
You won't even know my name

[Chorus: Dria]
'Cause everybody wants it
Fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
Everybody wants it
Fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
But is it really worth it?
Fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
The American dream, you're a rebel
Selling your soul to the devil

[Post-Chorus: Dria & WE$TPHAL]
But is it really worth it?
No, no, no (It ain't worth it, man)
No, no
Is it really worth it? (Lemme show you how you do this shit)
No, no, no (Let's go)
No, no, no (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 2: WE$TPHAL]
Why don't you write up a script, some motivational shit?
Like I'm the author of my future, every page I commit
And remember that print, because when times get bad
You realize that this music shit is all you have
Uh, day in and day out, I'm up all night like a stakeout
I've been disciplined and diligent in scribblin' the sentences
I'm killin' it, an infinite amount of fuckin' hits I'm puttin' out
And I don't take the easy route, so fuck a quick buck, count me out
Uh, I'm missin' sleep, shit
I'm missin' meals, uh, you know the deal
I've been sharpenin' my skills, uh
And I be cookin', uh
'Cause rap is something that I've had a skill at
So I'm always fuckin' goin' ham, uh
Visuals on brand, uh
Supply demand, uh, yeah, yeah
I tell my story through rhymes, don't let my scars show weakness
Spit the truth so raw, they mistake me for Jesus

[Pre-Chorus: Dria]
Light a flame, blow me out
I'm on fire, put me out
When everybody knows my name
Checks are coming in my name
But when I die, who is she?
Who gives a fuck about me?
It's like I never played the game
You won't even know my name

[Chorus: Dria]
'Cause everybody wants it
Fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
Everybody wants it
Fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
But is it really worth it?
Fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame
The American dream, you're a rebel
Selling your soul to the devil

[Post-Chorus: Dria]
But is it really worth it?