Tired of these new dudes
So I'm a keep it old school
Drop it on Logic
Cause we don't f*ck with pro tools
They be actin straight bougie in the W
I be in the Red Roof dancin in my underoos
It's right in front of you
But still you can't see
Secrets of life
Release the beast on a beat
Speak how I want when I want
I'm fillin earholes
Man I never stop
F*ck that I got career goals
Stroll in the barber shop
While they gettin lined up
Line em all up
Run they pockets cause they times up
Keep the money
Keep the jewels
Where the rhymebook
Give me your microphone
You need a new outlook
Look at ya boy
Dude raps all caca
Flows on doodoo
His styles all uh uh
Come on dawg
I aint playin with you gatos
Leave em red like sriracha
From the cocotaso
Sippin from bottle
Chalk full of muddy water
Sleepin on a hollow log
Dreamin of the slaughter
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Went and got my palm read
She told me I'm the future
The games on the death bed
And I'm a be the suture
Healin all wounds
Neosporin for the mind
Robitussin on tunes
Medicina in the rhymes
Dr Strange tryin to make a little change
So I cock and aim
Have you on the front page
Dazed and confused
Knock a rapper out his shoes
Put it on YouTube
Man it got so many views
He was like God dam
Who shitted in my pants
Was it you was it you you
He was like aw man
Who shitted in my pants
Was it you was it you you
Y'all aint got no manners
Always stealin from the same song
Record a bamma cryin
Then I turned it to a ringtone
Ah please not my neck
Hold on let me get this call
Gimme just a sec
Big Ju what's good
Dawg I'm rappin in the booth
This beat is on fire
Flames risin to the roof
It's all good
Makin sure that you was done
Cause I got more beats that'll break your ear drum
Bet I'ma need that
So we can get some greenbacks
Give it to the fans
Have em feel it in they kneecaps
Stay smacked
Cause I got the best drugs
Smokin on the sleestack
Puffin on the chud
Cause it smell like sewage
Buds kind of bluish
No bullshit
My mind on who this
Checkin out for the rest of the night
Wake up in the morning
Fry some eggs for the rice
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
CrDnlSn - Fuk Fame Lyrics
CrDnlSn - Fuk Fame Lyrics
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Tired of these new dudes
So I'm a keep it old school
Drop it on Logic
Cause we don't f*ck with pro tools
They be actin straight bougie in the W
I be in the Red Roof dancin in my underoos
It's right in front of you
But still you can't see
Secrets of life
Release the beast on a beat
Speak how I want when I want
I'm fillin earholes
Man I never stop
F*ck that I got career goals
Stroll in the barber shop
While they gettin lined up
Line em all up
Run they pockets cause they times up
Keep the money
Keep the jewels
Where the rhymebook
Give me your microphone
You need a new outlook
Look at ya boy
Dude raps all caca
Flows on doodoo
His styles all uh uh
Come on dawg
I aint playin with you gatos
Leave em red like sriracha
From the cocotaso
Sippin from bottle
Chalk full of muddy water
Sleepin on a hollow log
Dreamin of the slaughter
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Went and got my palm read
She told me I'm the future
The games on the death bed
And I'm a be the suture
Healin all wounds
Neosporin for the mind
Robitussin on tunes
Medicina in the rhymes
Dr Strange tryin to make a little change
So I cock and aim
Have you on the front page
Dazed and confused
Knock a rapper out his shoes
Put it on YouTube
Man it got so many views
He was like God dam
Who shitted in my pants
Was it you was it you you
He was like aw man
Who shitted in my pants
Was it you was it you you
Y'all aint got no manners
Always stealin from the same song
Record a bamma cryin
Then I turned it to a ringtone
Ah please not my neck
Hold on let me get this call
Gimme just a sec
Big Ju what's good
Dawg I'm rappin in the booth
This beat is on fire
Flames risin to the roof
It's all good
Makin sure that you was done
Cause I got more beats that'll break your ear drum
Bet I'ma need that
So we can get some greenbacks
Give it to the fans
Have em feel it in they kneecaps
Stay smacked
Cause I got the best drugs
Smokin on the sleestack
Puffin on the chud
Cause it smell like sewage
Buds kind of bluish
No bullshit
My mind on who this
Checkin out for the rest of the night
Wake up in the morning
Fry some eggs for the rice
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
So I'm a keep it old school
Drop it on Logic
Cause we don't f*ck with pro tools
They be actin straight bougie in the W
I be in the Red Roof dancin in my underoos
It's right in front of you
But still you can't see
Secrets of life
Release the beast on a beat
Speak how I want when I want
I'm fillin earholes
Man I never stop
F*ck that I got career goals
Stroll in the barber shop
While they gettin lined up
Line em all up
Run they pockets cause they times up
Keep the money
Keep the jewels
Where the rhymebook
Give me your microphone
You need a new outlook
Look at ya boy
Dude raps all caca
Flows on doodoo
His styles all uh uh
Come on dawg
I aint playin with you gatos
Leave em red like sriracha
From the cocotaso
Sippin from bottle
Chalk full of muddy water
Sleepin on a hollow log
Dreamin of the slaughter
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Went and got my palm read
She told me I'm the future
The games on the death bed
And I'm a be the suture
Healin all wounds
Neosporin for the mind
Robitussin on tunes
Medicina in the rhymes
Dr Strange tryin to make a little change
So I cock and aim
Have you on the front page
Dazed and confused
Knock a rapper out his shoes
Put it on YouTube
Man it got so many views
He was like God dam
Who shitted in my pants
Was it you was it you you
He was like aw man
Who shitted in my pants
Was it you was it you you
Y'all aint got no manners
Always stealin from the same song
Record a bamma cryin
Then I turned it to a ringtone
Ah please not my neck
Hold on let me get this call
Gimme just a sec
Big Ju what's good
Dawg I'm rappin in the booth
This beat is on fire
Flames risin to the roof
It's all good
Makin sure that you was done
Cause I got more beats that'll break your ear drum
Bet I'ma need that
So we can get some greenbacks
Give it to the fans
Have em feel it in they kneecaps
Stay smacked
Cause I got the best drugs
Smokin on the sleestack
Puffin on the chud
Cause it smell like sewage
Buds kind of bluish
No bullshit
My mind on who this
Checkin out for the rest of the night
Wake up in the morning
Fry some eggs for the rice
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Never gave a shit
Never gave a dam
Uh uh
Couldn't give a shit
I don't want the fame
Uh uh
I don't want the fame
I don't need the fame
Fuk em
I just want the cash
I just need a little somethin
Writer: Michael Abarca
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid