Price of Fame lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Okay
Yeah
Somethin' I can vibe too, aight
Smokin' real weed
Gettin' real money
Know what I'm sayin', like
We tearin' this sh*t up, n*gga
(Okay)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
Top drop 'cause it's hot, with a whore
Park a hundred-thousand-dollar car right at the store
I dropped four chains last year, finna buy me up some more
Bought a crib, but the one I really want sit off the shore
I'm in shape for this rap sh*t, it's a sport
The only fights I'm scared to fight is ones inside the court
I got one foot in the jar of dope and one foot in the door
I don't give a f*ck if you cut 'cause Band-Aids cover sores
You can't accept n*ggas, then alright, f*ck it
You can't expect n*ggas to care, nobody know you
You gotta always keep it real, nobody told you
Asked her, "How you suck di*k this good? Somebody showed you"
Was just local sellin' CDs, I'm gettin' global
I mean this whole year done been like a movie, we need a Nobel
You gotta always keep it real, nobody told you
I asked her, "How you suck di*k this good? Somebody showed you"
[Interlude: Philthy Rich]
I'm just sayin', though, n*gga
You know, this sh*t different when it come to me, man
I don't shop where you n*ggas shop, eat where you n*ggas eat, man
Don't f*ck what you n*ggas f*ck, man, I don't drive what you n*ggas drive
We ain't spendin' the same thing
I'm in a different bracket, uh-huh, look

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
It's an M on my head, got half of that on my neck
What you n*ggas waitin' on? Tell them n*ggas come collect
At least five chains on, and still'll throw them hands
Your n*gga did five years, but what'd you throw your man?
n*ggas on paperwork, ignore the fact that he told
Like, "He ain't tell on me, plus that sh*t hella old"
You on Live with a fat n*gga talkin' 'bout who fat, n*gga?
On Live with a rat n*gga talkin' 'bout who a rat, n*gga?
He ain't in the hole, he on the PCR
Soft behind the walls, but in the streets, he hard
This the price of fame, tryna get a name off my name
We went to the same jeweler but our diamonds ain't the same
He wasn't no soul stripper, that n*gga a bundle boy
Have a n*gga strip a n*gga soul for a bundle, boy
Would've got a plaque for "Do Better" if it wasn't on WorldStar
Fakin' in the foreign like it wasn't your girl car
It's Philthy