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jason nkanga - price of fame lyrics

(intro)
where’s that voice coming from?
from..from nowhere
b. young
y..yo
y..yo
y..yo
yo g
now what up g man?

(verse 1- jason nkanga)
let’s get it
aw d-mn
woo!
uh
huh
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
d-mn you ever wondered what more can i get from life?
that’s more precious than the cash sitting in the bank
that’s more precious than the ice sitting on your wrist
i gotta wonder what more can a n-gga get from this?
than twenty thousand people screaming out your godd-mn name
you hit the riches
you don hit the motherf-cking fame
your music dope enough to get one hundred thousand likes
but most importantly you changed one hundred thousand lives
god-mn, have you thought back why you started this?
was it the p-ssion or retweets?
have you thought of this?
or maybe hits or the dollars
you was chasing these?
to get so big to make my haters wanna f-ck with this
or maybe get obama put me on his playlist
‘d-mn son, jays fire” hear him say this
or sign a record deal before the age of 29
jheez pops
what i told you?
i’ll be just fine
ya dig?

yeah
yeah yeah yeah
aw d-mn
yeah yeah yeah yeah

(verse 2- jules delø)
5 4 3 2 the 1
you see i be spitting fire
there must be smoke in my lungs
got some shawtys in my ride
and some more are in the trunk
and your shawty so esket-t
like she roll with lil pump
man that’s bullsh-t
forgotten kings like elvis
my flow so deadly
it k!lled the n-gga who touched this sh-t
i may be the greatest
until you all grade us
cause when we make mistakes
man i hope you don’t notice
d-mn i’m losing it man
pressure on me like potus
man i be sweating bullets
it’s on the pad that i wrote this
but this sh-t’s gon’ be lit
like i’m trying to roll this
but my soul’s like hold it cause
uh
so many n-ggas try to make it then they duck the press
so many n-ggas try to fake it then they are depressed
so many n-ggas who ain’t got it all try to flex
so many n-ggas who ain’t got p-ssy talking bout s-x
you see if i was famous they would all know my part
but the day i die who would be at my graveyard?
the king of pop was popping when he did thriller
until the media went from positive to his k!ller
is that the legacy you tryna leave behind?
a posse full of fake n-ggas who ain’t got no spine
even stevie wonder see through the bullsh-t and he blind
in life mama said boy just play there’s no rewind
uh
you go from homie to property
king from poverty
and then you lose focus and disrupt the whole prophecy
so many rappers are b-tch n-ggas and candy -sses
so many rappers are paid to deceive the m-sses
i got the game on lock like i’m chris masters
but i might give away the keys
i heard the games haunted
n-ggas turn k!llers cause they didn’t get some cake
n-ggas k!lling n-ggas for b-tches they might slay
jewelleries cars houses men they all the same
just like drugs is fun at first till it turns lame
and that’s the price of fame?
that’s the price of fame?
here you go my n-gga
you can keep the change
sh-t!!

(outro)
fame is like a pretty b-tch
you could get up and go f-ck
or you could go get f-cked up
either way…you’re f-cked
hahaha

- jason nkanga lyrics

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