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mugen styles - fame lyrics

[verse 1]
i just been doing what i got to do to make it/
sitting here waiting for the dough/
till my soul feels whole no mo/
fame just seem like folklore/
hold the door for my conscious/
more a hostage than a robber/
posture, i don’t think it matter/
so i be slouching when my pockets get fatter/
if they get fatter/
gather up my strength/
gotta do what it takes/
i gotta keep going/
steady blowing away the competition/
every decision that i make/
open up the way/
i just hope that i get there someday/
open mic on a sunday/
need to let it out/
fuck a runway/
to fly to land now/
who or what am i?/
a sand castle/
bout to wash away with the tide/
biding my time till then/
fortifications weren’t strong enough/
i let it all in/
i let it all get to me/
fornicating in the midst of my misery/
gotta admit, she’s d-mn pretty/
so i make sure she finishes/
that’s chivalry/

(cl-ssic mugen)

[verse 2]
i just been doing what i gotta do to make it/
grabbing anything that is up for the taking/
fuck the hatred and the fake shit/
i’m making moves to improve my life/
if this was clue/
then it’s mugen in the kitchen with the knife/
cause i’m splitting that blunt/
spitting for fun/
getting shit done/
all day/
all week/
all month/
all year/
people like/
got d-mn mugen/
you da realest one here/
looking in the mirror/
pupils dilated/
eyes so red/
boy bet i’m faded/
faded glory/
trynna get some cash/
like i’m in the house with cory/
story of a kid living lavish/
at least wishing that he could/
but it’s been established/
that he’s more of an anne frank in the attic/
would hide away with a pen and a page/
couple notes where he’s written verses/
sitting playing chicken with fame/
like he’s eating in at a church’s/
steady working, running the biz/
thinking that this is what a purpose is/

[outro]
but if not/
what am i supposed to do/
back down, give up/
fuck that, come back better than before/
settle the score, once and for all/
no plan to fall back on/
i’m all in, calling the shots/
rap game, life long/
till i’m writing death’s song/
as my body it rots/
or sits burnt in a pot/

i’m just doing what i gotta do/

- mugen styles lyrics

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