Price of Fame
[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Okay
Yeah
Somethin' I can vibe too, aight
Smokin' real weed
Gettin' real money
Know what I'm sayin', like
We tearin' this shit up, nigga
(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 shit, 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 fuck if you cut 'cause Band-Aids cover sores
You can't accept niggas, then alright, fuck it
You can't expect niggas to care, nobody know you
You gotta always keep it real, nobody told you
Asked her, "How you suck dick 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 dick this good? Somebody showed you"
[Interlude: Philthy Rich]
I'm just sayin', though, nigga
You know, this shit different when it come to me, man
I don't shop where you niggas shop, eat where you niggas eat, man
Don't fuck what you niggas fuck, man, I don't drive what you niggas 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 niggas waitin' on? Tell them niggas come collect
At least five chains on, and still'll throw them hands
Your nigga did five years, but what'd you throw your man?
Niggas on paperwork, ignore the fact that he told
Like, "He ain't tell on me, plus that shit hella old"
You on Live with a fat nigga talkin' 'bout who fat, nigga?
On Live with a rat nigga talkin' 'bout who a rat, nigga?
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 nigga a bundle boy
Have a nigga strip a nigga 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