From Here To Fame ft YZ
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๐ ID: 23323401
๐ Lyrics
Who gettin' money with me? Who ain't sittin' on they ass?
Who ain't waitin' for somebody to come and show 'em the path?
How wise, alive, lookin' for the leaders
Do you think it's really wise for government farmers to feed us?
Think about it, ask yourself, yo, are they crooks?
If they gonna keep a secret, would they show you the book?
Now take a second look, ask yourself your own questions
Ain't no need for second guessin' when it come to this lesson
'Cause if they shut it off today, who's gonna stay?
This shit's for real, it ain't a play
They're takin' babies away, it could be the last days
But some brain's on vacation, and just because you ain't here
Do you want it to be the end of civilization?
Maybe your kids could rule this nation
Stop your brain from freebasin', yo, why you lacin'?
You got your education, you can make a change
You can make a difference when the shit seems strange
So what's your claim to fame?
You could do it, you could work your way through it
Don't know if you knew it, but waters can flow like fluid
Or could be stiff as a brick, which is it? What's the lick?
If you had to pick, which Bic would make your style sick?
Make you more legit, make it your time to shine
You better do it quick before I make your time mine
My light shine, illuminate great state to state
I vibrate like a earthquake, but wait
There's more, I'll show you I can endure
I own land without rap when most rappers are poor
This ain't a diss, this is some real shit, you deal with it
Problem is you use your art to kill shit, I feel with it
You need to quit it, that child shit acidic
Your ego won't let you admit it, you ain't wicked
You ain't a killer, Pun tried to explain
And fuck you rappers that ain't true to the game
So what's your claim to fame?
You had it all, you got it worked out
Got a degree and still got murked out
Takin' trips way down south, you from up north
Now your bed's soft, sleep in it
He shot you in your face, your Armanis were tinted
Now how you plan to end it? But death don't know no name
Now everybody mention you at the basketball game
They said you played for the team and you had nice hands
Not to mention all the ladies loved you up in the stands
Now they mention scandal and how you moved fishscale
How could you do your mother wrong? They said you goin' to hell
I don't believe it, why do they do your name like that?
If anybody was headed for fame, it was you, black
It's a tough life we livin'
To all my people locked up or missin'
Death don't know shame, I hope you're listenin'
It's your life, live it, do your thing, watch your pivot
Only you know the path, what is it?
What's your claim to fame?
Who ain't waitin' for somebody to come and show 'em the path?
How wise, alive, lookin' for the leaders
Do you think it's really wise for government farmers to feed us?
Think about it, ask yourself, yo, are they crooks?
If they gonna keep a secret, would they show you the book?
Now take a second look, ask yourself your own questions
Ain't no need for second guessin' when it come to this lesson
'Cause if they shut it off today, who's gonna stay?
This shit's for real, it ain't a play
They're takin' babies away, it could be the last days
But some brain's on vacation, and just because you ain't here
Do you want it to be the end of civilization?
Maybe your kids could rule this nation
Stop your brain from freebasin', yo, why you lacin'?
You got your education, you can make a change
You can make a difference when the shit seems strange
So what's your claim to fame?
You could do it, you could work your way through it
Don't know if you knew it, but waters can flow like fluid
Or could be stiff as a brick, which is it? What's the lick?
If you had to pick, which Bic would make your style sick?
Make you more legit, make it your time to shine
You better do it quick before I make your time mine
My light shine, illuminate great state to state
I vibrate like a earthquake, but wait
There's more, I'll show you I can endure
I own land without rap when most rappers are poor
This ain't a diss, this is some real shit, you deal with it
Problem is you use your art to kill shit, I feel with it
You need to quit it, that child shit acidic
Your ego won't let you admit it, you ain't wicked
You ain't a killer, Pun tried to explain
And fuck you rappers that ain't true to the game
So what's your claim to fame?
You had it all, you got it worked out
Got a degree and still got murked out
Takin' trips way down south, you from up north
Now your bed's soft, sleep in it
He shot you in your face, your Armanis were tinted
Now how you plan to end it? But death don't know no name
Now everybody mention you at the basketball game
They said you played for the team and you had nice hands
Not to mention all the ladies loved you up in the stands
Now they mention scandal and how you moved fishscale
How could you do your mother wrong? They said you goin' to hell
I don't believe it, why do they do your name like that?
If anybody was headed for fame, it was you, black
It's a tough life we livin'
To all my people locked up or missin'
Death don't know shame, I hope you're listenin'
It's your life, live it, do your thing, watch your pivot
Only you know the path, what is it?
What's your claim to fame?