Jerrel - Fame Lyrics

Ok
Yo baby daddy Blood
I know niggas in his set
They gone turn that nigga Crip
I put these blues on his head
Mama know the city crazy
For Christmas I got a Vest
Niggas catch me out here slipping
She gone feel it in her chest
And what you mean she don't feel me
Lost God in the flesh
Paper work the whole team
Now you signed to the best
Boy you know I been hustler
I talk birds like a Vet
Don't repeat it like a parrot
But they flying from the west
To you its life
You just living
Me I'm searching
This a quest
Gotta learn to play the pieces
This ain't checkers this chess
I got pimp in my step
Codeine Pills or high tech
Undercovers look like niggas
So the sales indirect
And I got mail to collect
I might trap till I die
Got me thru the robbery
And I just took that as a sign
I don't bang I ain't slime
She get banged from behind
Phone rang when I slayed
Lil bitch lost her mind

She only want me for the fame
So I slid her off to Nig
Nigga kept his mouth shut and went and beat a 3 to 5
She ain't want me for the fame
So I f*cked her outside
Told the driver take her home I'm laying down I'm tired
She ain't know me fo the fame
So she think I got time
So much shit you gotta prove don't even waste my time
Let's say I show you all these things
Really enter my mind
You'll understand
You just need to let me f*ck one time

I was in there straight stunned
Her ass weigh like 3 tons
And she got that hoe moving like a nigga on the run
Off the perk bout slumped
Fat blizzy of the skunk
Cant just party in the city they get jiggy with they guns
I be focused on my funds
I ain't tryna have fun
Dollars running through my head
Like maybe you the one
In the whip when it spun
Coulda died but I wasn't
God told me in 08 I wouldn't go out like my cousin
I was rapping at yo funeral
I know you see how I'm buzzing
And the way these hoes act
I coulda f*cked em by the dozens
And it's crazy cuz I doesn't
I been chilling cuz its nothing
Easy picking choosing hoes
When I done came into some money
Suck it till ya nose runny
Make it bust ya know something
She done graduated school
But the bitch throat dummy
We was in that ol skool
Top down
Show something
All this rap I been doing
Flipped more than coke money

She only want me for the fame
So I slid her off to Nig
Nigga kept his mouth shut and went and beat a 3 to 5
She ain't want me for the fame
So I f*cked her outside
Told the driver take her home I'm laying down I'm tired
She ain't know for the fame
So she think I got time
So much shit you gotta prove don't even waste my time
Let's say I show you all these things
Really enter my mind
You'll understand
You just need to let me f*ck one time