FAME (ALBUM VERSION) Lyrics

Every 24 hours

So I was uh

365

Had a conversation with my boss the other day

52 7 days

Try to stay alive

Tryna and tell me I need this job

Keep your eyes on the prize

Say what

I need this job

And until the day you die

Nigga only thing I need to do

Is stay black

From the cradle to the grave

And die

Nigga grind

That's right

Shit

I'ont want you

And I'ont need you

To do a muhfuckin

Thing for me

Nigga please believe me

This here ain't easy

I'm struggling for real

Tryna make my cheese

I gotta watch for police

On mine and your street

Ain't shit changed

They still killing dream

So we grinding out

And we blazing weed

And I'm talking bout

24 7 damn days a week

So nigga I don't give a fuck what's on your mind

Cause I'm on my grind

I'm tryna stay alive

And I live in the city

Where the skinny nigga die

Really over pennies and dimes

In the prime of they life

A lot of thing can go wrong

When you tryna do right

Like looking for a job

When the time so hard

Better than being On the boulevard

With a pocket full of pills

Tryna to get it off

Got me like fuck the police

I'm tryna to get guap

Ain't tryna to get locked up

In a damn box

I'm in a cell for tryna to make a sale

I'm tryna to make a dollar

Nah I ain't tryna get bopped nigga

I just want to live my life

Make a lot of money and

Raise my kids

Pay some bills get a lavish ass crib

And that's what it is but

Y'all won't believe this shit

Since I got a felony

Yeah that's what they telling me

So since I can't work for your organization

Y'all check out my melody

I gotta get it while to getting's good though

Cause these days you don't even really need a good flow

Want me to sell my soul for platinum in gold

Just sign on the line and I tell them nope

I'ont want you

And I'ont need you

To do a muhfuckin

Thing for me

Please believe me

This here ain't easy

I'm struggling for real

Tryna make my cheese

Gotta watch for police

On mine and your street

Ain't shit changed

They still killing dream

So we grinding out

And we blazing weed

And I'm talking bout

24 7 damn days a week

I know a lot of y'all say that I'm

Out of my mind cause

Anytime any place

I might just blaze

2/3 of an eighth up

In a grape Dutch

Love the taste so much

Didn't even eat lunch

But you know that I smoke though

If I wanted to do it

I can probably have the game

In the choke hold

on for dear life squeezing

And won't let go

Slow down you're killing them

Wait a minute

Adrenaline's pumping

It really makes me wanna give them something really they can feel

Deep in your bones it so chill

Touching ya soul it's so real

And I'm all in the zone with no pills

And I'm given it am I'm gon give

I'm sick of the dead I'm gon live

And I'm knowing the lies the gon tell

It's a price on my soul I won't sale

Everybody that want me to fail

But saying they wishing me well

Hell

I'ont want you

And I'ont need you

To do a muhfuckin

Thing for me

Please believe me

This here ain't easy

I'm struggling for real

Tryna make my cheese

Gotta watch for police

On mine and your street

Ain't shit changed

They still killing dream

So we grinding out

And we blazing weed

And I'm talking bout

24 7 damn days a week