FAME

Why does everybody wanna act like they so pressed

Never go outside and then they wonder why they so depressed

Or when they go outside they dressing up just to impress

I never gave a fuck I guess that's why they say I'm up next

And when I walk it's like I'm stepping on their neck

Making money everyday, I ain't waiting on a check

He say he like that I'm a boss, baby you the fucking best

Miss me with the fake bullshit, say it to my fucking face

Diamonds, gold, chains all around, money, fame

Yeah they make a sound, but it's clear

They can't stay, and when you're gone, they'll fade away