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Alr - Fuck Fame Lyrics

Hook (ALR) -
Baby said I’ll never reach the fame, Yea
I just wanna cop a brand new chain, Yea
And I don’t have to worry bout the name, Yea
When all she ever wanted was a change, Yea-ea
It goes Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Flame
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, GVNG
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Pain
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Fame

Verse 1 ALR -
I guess it’s how the dice rolled
She wasn’t too nice though
She was all about my bankroll
Talking she only want it tonight though
Told lil’ ma roll out when the night roll
Been too long all night hoe
No love in a fight though
I just wanna throw my fists
Oh hell no
Cause these hoes want you for your checks or your looks
I wasn’t the kid with his head in the books
But fuck what you thought
Cause I be going hard
Put your head in the sky and come see me as I do a drive by
And it could’ve been a riot
And I fell for another one
But I feel like it’s evident
I got high like the Everest
I ain't all about dough
But I always want more
Its fucked up man!
Hook (ALR) -
Baby said I’ll never reach the fame, Yea
I just wanna cop a brand new chain, Yea
And I don’t have to worry bout the name, Yea
When all she ever wanted was a change, Yea-ea
It goes Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Flame
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, GVNG
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Pain
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Fame

Verse 2 (Whiskey Johnny) -
Fuck Fame (Fuck it)
Burn Flame (Burn)
Spit smoke bitch
I say I won’t change (Change)
Calling people out with no names
If I ruled the world it wouldn’t be the same
If I re-invent myself I wouldn’t change a thang
Yea I trip but yall fell for another man’s game
Yall don’t like it don’t complain
666 Talk Illuminati
I got demons and the Devil, they’re the same
Grew up in the hood but didn’t wanna bang
Everybody wanna rap even though I slang
I think it’s shame
Some lack skills
Some lack the will
Snatch and grab a couple of bags
Put it on my bills
YES I KNOW I’M SICK
Yes I know I’m looking too ill
I didn’t last night but popped a few pills
Johnny, Whiskey, DABS & Good Citizen
We want them deals
With nothing off the top
No more than 2 or 3 mill
Make record labels hand us offers
Make this official we’re signing tracks with official sales
Might not have to hurt
But I’m going for the kill
Goin on hunt
Yea we goin for the meat
Yea we goin on a beat, snapping ass beat
Yea I’m snappin on a beat
Johnny back with the heat
I’m a dragon fear my flame, Breath
Hook (ALR) -
Baby said I’ll never reach the fame, Yea
I just wanna cop a brand new chain, Yea
And I don’t have to worry bout the name, Yea
When all she ever wanted was a change, Yea-ea
It goes Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Flame
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, GVNG
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Pain
Yea, oh, Yea-ea, Fame

Verse 3 (ALR) -
Drop shit
Plain Jane
New chain, New ring
New top, New vibe
Too fly
Too high
You might act right
Fall the fuck in line
I loved your ways
Touché bitch
Never needed you anyway
Two bottles
My name
Gotta get litty if you down
Then you should dig it (x2)