Rap Fame

(Verse 1)
Tried 2 tell ya back back ohh yes guess I kill em again
She said lame niggas don’t act right ohh yes blown in the wind
Lil ma I recommend it’s tana baby
Grew up round hammers lady
Yea I know crazy god really had to chase me
Know I’m on blazing a chasing for the juice
The proof up in the booth my bars loose my rhymes like a noose
How I confuse cause everybody had changed on me
Weirdos playing games wit me
So what it is nigga
Really than calmed down could split ya wig nigga
Tryna have kids nigga
You be a sad picture
You be a sad picture
I think she wanna have my baby on the low low
I think she look like a model video promo
Everybody lowkey now I’m boutta blow blow
Put em all on & we gonna get the dough dough

Hook
This rap game like a crap game this shit here for the taking
Fuck that at fame tryna snatch change this shit here be breaking
What I’m stating no racing it’s slow & steady pacing
Tryna at change fuck rap fame that shit there soul taking
This rap game like a crap game this shit here for the taking
Fuck that at fame tryna snatch change this shit here be breaking
What I’m stating no racing it’s slow & steady pacing
Tryna at change fuck rap fame that shit there soul taking
This rap game like a crap game this shit here for the taking
Fuck that at fame tryna snatch change this shit here be breaking
What I’m stating no racing it’s slow & steady pacing
Tryna at change fuck rap fame that shit there soul taking