The Power of Madonna

Hello
I can't, baby
It's six in the morning
It's fuckin' early as shit
I ain't got no time for this
All I know
No, I know
I just can't right now, I just
I gotta do something
She's dead?
Goodnight

Yeah, ugh
March 11th, 1997
My nigga A died, most dogs go to heaven
But, what about the pits?
The neutered and abused?
What if Tramp finds his lady below the heavens like Blu?
Shit, I missed my cue
I almost was a star but they shot me out the sky
In favor of something new
I tell you, I'm a jerk off, I love fuckin'
But if you preggo, I'mma drown that baby and knock the suds off
Damn, but I ain't that lucky
I'm just messing around
Yo, I'm surprised you'd even fuck me
I'm probably getting cuffed in the car
And this MC will spend the rest of his life going over these bars
And I don't need a fucking drug test
To tell me I be high off cocaine and big checks
In 20 years, when I'm feeling like a fossil
Talking to these kids 'bout the good old days
And how this '90s baby made it in 2012
Without no cosigns or help
I tell them that it started with a song about Jane
A little printer paper, one pen and all caps
I started my career in a classroom lyin' about the game
And now I want the fame

Fame
Fame
Fame!
Fame!
Fame!
I want the fame!
Who want the fame?
Fame!
I want the fame!
Fame!

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's some people on my fuck you list
Every politician and his snotty-ass kids
Fuck Chet Haze, fuck Asher Roth and cold feet
I don't love brain but I do love pussy
Cross my path, consider yourself lucky
I'm in a bad mood, bruh
You do not wanna fuck with me
I'm on seven truth serums worth of face cream
God made me brown but I need a repainting
So, fuck you and fuck her
I love clothes, new shoes and fresh perc
So, fuck Biggie, fuck Blu and fuck Murs
Real hip hop died when Teddy got the boots with the fur
And we all had our hand in it
Made a soap box and nobody wanna stand on it
So, for the fuck of it, I'll be the next Canibus
Rap my ass off and still have nothing to show for it
Gain a cult following, the pits of passion
Never clear my samples, get sued by Janet Jackson
Walk up to her face like, bitch, what would Michael do?
Rope her in with lies, get out the punch and spike the truth
Get off without paying any royalties
Try to talk to her but like Pac, she's avoiding me
But I love you, girl, don't run from me
I don't care about your age, girl, you're lovely

Yeah, yeah
It's all good, cause I'm famous
And I don't give a fuck about you, bitch
Dévon, if you ever become rich
Remember, to use your money wisely
Don't do anything stupid, ok?
Fuck that

Thank you, thank you, thank you
Everybody, thank you
Appreciate that, thank you for coming out tonight
It's been a wonderful show
Time to dip out
I got what I came for, I'm fucking famous
I got money
Got money busting out my jeans
I'm gonna put a $20 bill in a vending machine
Just to see what happens, you know what I'm saying?
See if I get any change back
Ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the fame
Who got the fame?
I got the fame
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
I'm gonna fuck a pornstar just because
Yeah
I got the fame, bitch
I got the fame, bitch
Let's make a sextape
Ugh, yeah
Oh shit
All this money, ha ha
Do the Boss Johnson dance
Aw, it was a dream
Aw, that's great, great
It was a fucking dream
False alarm, fucking dream
Goddamn it