4 The Fame Lyrics - Singles - E-town Concrete

It gave me chills the first time 

That I saw that nigga since he shot LaGhram 

They had him locked down, he got his weight up 

And now he swears he's the fuckin' man 

No remorse, that niggas cold 

He's runnin' shit now or so I'm told 

Word up the devil done stole his soul in fact 

I heard he sold it long ago 

No doubt to break out, from the ghetto 

That be making fiends out of moms 

Car alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on 

Word is bond, son, in this triteness it's all the same 

Watch your back it's a god damn shame, who's fakin' jax 

Your best friend will sell you out and no doubt 

He's makin' a name, he'd die for the fame 

I don't want much I just want everything, die for the fame. 

'Some get a little, and some get none 

Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my anthem 

17 long hard years of blood tears 

Nigga you were never there, nigga you would never care 

Fuck the word 'cause the world fucked me 

You could take me outta' hard times 

But you can't hard times outta' me 

Run your shit, bitch, we was tight 

But now I look out for myself, only for myself 

I'm a changed man with a changed game plan 

Hung out together, grew up, you was my main man 

But shit's just not the same, I'm in it for the fame 

Childhood nightmare scenes that souped his head up 

His broken heart and broken dreams got him mad fed up 

The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the first time 

Since his mother died when he was 5 

Sinkin' his sorrows in Jack D and Old E 

Just then he wasn't glad he reminded himself of his daddy 

Who made the pipe his wife and hit it every night 

His tears were thick, his thoughts were mad hectic 

He's not pretending, he's thinking of ending 

The reminiscing over hard times and hard luck 

Nobody gave a fuck again the agony struck 

He put the barrel in his mouth, bit down and just bucked