Fame - Nipsey Hussle

Yuh, look, look

Who fuckin' with me?

Tell me one name

And ask him if he came from dope spots and gunplay

Finally off the runway, damn it feel good to spend a thousand on my son’s shades

Look, with street smarts who I dumb paid

Seen the brake lights, I had to swerve off the runway

Uh, I knew that I would make it one day

Know I gotta be a real nigga 'cause I’m unphased

I got a Beamer with a whole lot of trunk space

fuck face actin' mad 'cause he unpaid

And I been out here since a young age

I never been the type to complain

I’ma let my gun bang

By any means to make my funds raise

I’m on this money marathon, nigga, so I run things

Check out this status that I obtained

It’s ten racks and four tickets if you want me at your club, mane

And in the scheme of things, that’s chump change

When you doin' ten a month and savin' up when you done things

I Crip hard and get love from the Blood gang

Blue Chucks on the Red Carpet like, «Fuck fame»