MONEY & FAME lyrics

[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Long live the fallen Blixkys
Free them steppers, free them twirlers
And on my biggest enemy, it's idol time
(This is the sound)

[Verse]
All this money and this fame, can't let it drive me crazy
Baby mama pregnant, pray I get to meet the baby
I can't let these n*ggas take me out, you must be brazy
Brodie got hit up, if I was there, I would've saved him
Product of the streets, I'm proud to say, "Look what it made me"
Gotta watch the circle, even family be shaky
I can't let 'em get to close to me, these n*ggas snaky
Bet I up the blicky first 'cause I can't let 'em take me
We lost three in a year (R.I.P.)
We ran all out of tears (All out of tears)
I'ma dump from the passenger, bro gon' shoot from the rear (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
And wherever we catch him at, b*tch, we leavin' him there (Man down)
Fourth quarter we clutchin', we pullin' up anywhere (Skrrt, skrrt)
Went from bobbin' and weavin' to uppin' and squeezin' (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
I done turned to a demon, I hardly be speakin' (Gang, gang, gang)
pus*y press a button, bet my tounge he hit the kill switch (Rrah, rrah)
Bro was on them Percs when he got hit, said he ain't feel sh*t (Skrrt, skrrt)
Opps go in the dirt, aim for his māthā, he won't feel sh*t (Bop, bop, bop)
See him tryna steal sh*t (Who invented trill sh*t? Me)
Spot him, we gon' spill sh*t (All we know is pill sh*t, real sh*t)
I been gettin' money on some trill sh*t (Bands, bands, racks, racks)
[Outro]
They call me the underdog for a reason
I ain't got none to lose, everything to gain, on the gang
Do this sh*t for the gang
My fallen soldiers (Rrah, rrah), through the real (Rrah)
All this gun violence (Shoot to kill)
All these slugs flyin'
Numb to this sh*t now
Keep a blicky, gang