[Intro: Quelle Chris]
Seem like everybody want a piece
So I’m not even gonna lie, I want a piece too

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
It’s killing season on the belly of the b-side
Keep a n***a‘s shoulders colder than a
I feel like Michael and Rockwell average man, average life
Shooting up ccs of CCTV
Blue light district, who hoeing who pimping, who know the difference
When independence run on codependence
I know I’m not tripping or too thickheaded to see thе plot thicken
Cause clocking out don’t mean thе clock stops ticking
The tension between pride and prison
Cause everybody want to be somebody or somebody will listen
A couple mentions breaking my attention, what’s my intention
Is it the rush of fame like I’m off the flame tempting
My id and ego at odds with eyes glinting, behind the walls
The courage, brain, or heart I thought was missing
If it glistens is it gold, we hold a vision of new religion
P-O-U-N-D sign F-A-M-E-G-O-D

[Hook: Quelle Chris]
So give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god
Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god
Say grace for the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god
Give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god
Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god
Say grace to the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god
[Verse 2: ¡kylkenny!]
From the cocaine 80s down to the fentanyl 20s
Late teens screaming queens get the money long time no cash
Scheming on Billie Jeans, at seventeen me and my homie needed three things
Weed, Whatabuger, and my coupe souped with sixteens
He was content with being, me I had big dreams
King with my name in the lights, at talent shows I rocked mics
While while he dabbled in hard white, I wondered why he never stayed
I ain’t stress knowing that God giveth and God taketh away
But bring it back God
2:18 AM I found him slumped in the car stiff, glassy eyed and slack jawed
Had to look your moms in her face knowing that I didn’t do my best to save you
Embraced me regardless, I finally bawled
Told her we was stars, never dimmed
Another casualty, I get it, but why the fuck did it have to be my friend
We never got to make amends
So I'm praying that I get famous, cause if not I'm coming to see your ass again
Amen

[Hook: Quelle Chris]
So give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god
Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god
Say grace for the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god
Give thanks to the fame god, pass plates for the fame god
Sleep wait for the fame god, make way for the fame god
Say grace to the fame god, wait sleep for the fame god
[Outro: Quelle Chris]
Fame god, fame god
Soon you’ll understand
Soon you’ll understand