Fame (09:30)

i just wanna say that this here fame,is a hella price to straightup hold in your hands,you can feel all this here pressure steady building and building up on your shoulders,up in this here rap,rap,game,from all these so called haters,who dont wanna straightup see you rise above the game,too them it dont straightup make sense,for you to get love and fame,up in this game,this here pressure keep on building up,just like a load of brick,this here fame is hold me down,from all these curthroats and sheep in wolves clothing,just too get inside of my brain,with all these bullshit contracts,steady just like a snake,speaking in a devils tongue,steady trying too get at me,and wrap me in all these worthless contracts,all in the name of greed,manoldman,these fools want let go of me,all in the name of fame,say mr.fame please tell all these fools,too just let go of me,up in this rap,rap,game,havnt they ate up off of me long enough up in this rap,rap,game,i can straightup feel all this pressure building and building up on my shoulders manoldman, mr.fame you got my backbone breaking up in this here rap,rap,game,from all these haters and so called fans,and big ops,always having somethen too say about me up in this here rap,rap,game,say mr. fame becuase these haters and fools,aint never satified up in this rap,rap,game,chicago's six,backup in this here booth,just trying too tell you how i feel about the game,up in here,