Price Of Fame

[Intro]
Yeah
All them cats out there that want the fame
All I've got to say is this

[Hook]
It's a shame
How you gonna jump in the game
When you know you can't afford to pay the price of fame
You want the dough, the house, the acres and yachts
You wanna flow, roll with the players that drive
Got to see it, my team regulate cash crops
When the joint come on, we could use them [?]
It's a shame
How you gonna jump in the game
When you know you can't afford to pay the price of fame

[Verse 1]
How many MCs must get dissed before they realize A+ make hits
A lot of shorties claiming they can take my spot
When they know good and well that my tape is hot
Penetrate your whole cypher
Put it on the fly while my LP drop, it's gonna be hotter than hellfire
They want to watch, turn my joint up a notch
Hardcore, we more than just rapping, the prophet, player
The eyes don't lie, you could check the record
25 cats on stage couldn't protect you
So bring the stretcher, put it on stand-by
And I've been known to make a man cry

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Too many MCs perpetrating as frauds
Talking that talk while I'm taking your broad
Who wanna brawl, sonning y'all, some of them fall
Be the last one to drop like a black eight ball
Let's get it straight, y'all, I been the tape, y'all
And then we see you could rock state to state, y'all
And Worldwide, time to take a ride with A
Let's hit the parkway, running out of time to play
You know my name, my game, everything is tight
A force to reckon with if the sauce gave him no mics
I'm mad nice, you stink, you a jinx like bad dice
Violating, get cracked twice

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I keep rappers on the lookout, watching they back
Hopping on the tracks when they got no raps
Sick of hearing about bricks and them gats you spit
All them cats you hit, that's [?] shit
And it's hazardous to your health to floss wealth
Scheming, and keep them thoughts to yourself
I got a whole army, designed my plan
Smith Brothers, Group Home, and [?]
We be running up the spot, keeping it hot
A+ at the door, tryna touch the top
Get the plaque, the Grammy and I'm out the door
And my Parkside militia got a lot to show
Straight up

[Hook]