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Fastlane with no seatbelt
Crash out but don't need help
Slave and save til I see wealth
Y'all know my body, y'all see welts
Chasing the dream, replacing the team, for a taste of the green and a place in the scene
This race for the CREAM, I promise it's not what it seems
The game fucked up
Heard "sell your soul for the paper and loss of privacy"
"And sacrifice it all" when ass kissers is all that I can see
Evil iconography, satanic institutions
People pray to God they make it cause they don't know what they doing
So insane
How low we go for fame
All these growing pains
So strangers know your name
So insane
How low we go for fame
All these growing pains
So strangers know your name
What happened to the game that I love?
Being famous a drug, take it in vain and go up
Take a seat at my table, this food for thought cooked with love
Amongst others I trust
All my brothers; cannot fuck with us, even on worse days
I first hit the stage felt like this shit was made for me
Try and be a made man
Fuck what you said to me, stuck with the scars of my youth
Reservoirs of my truth. Flowing heavy in the booth
Nah, I ain't know what to do, for some time and
Sit back and recline it? Nah, it ain't an option
Brah I been the top pick, lottery. Name a nigga hot as me
Flame to him, make him say his grace, fore he cop a plea
Made music, niggas hear Sand on it? On repeat
Can't do it if you ain't the gang or you sending cheese
Au revoir, say my goodbyes
I would shake your hand but niggas never hand me none, for real
So insane
How low we go for fame
All these growing pains
So strangers know your name
So insane
How low we go for fame
All these growing pains
So strangers know your name
Are you after acclaim or are you after a chain?
Swear you'll never be the same once you after the fame
Gotta throw away your shame to make a bang in this game
Is it worth it, who's to blame when you after the fame?
To have your name up in lights and the crowds chanting
Is the reason that you shooting for
A five star rating for the paintings that you do record
Pressure homie. But you apply that on yourself
You tryna be known forever
More or less what you expected wasn't this though
Glitz and the glamour had you enamored like a good show
But the truth of the matter, it doesn't plan to be a fame junkie
Take that shot in the dark
They'll remember you as a legend or for playing a part
It's a choice that you make and the price that you pay for the fame
Be smart how you step, can't mistake the changes you made
For nothing else, eyes on you every day that you wait
Say that heavy is the head but don't account for the strain
Amount to a name, or be mounted up, recounting the days
When the only thing that you wanted was your sound to be played
You got a choice, pick your poison with this route to the fame
Don't forget that it's never needed to be seen as a great
Darnell Brown, Jalen Sanders, Lewis Gaffney
O/B/O DistroKid