[Chorus]
Fame is the cocaine, while clout is the crystal meth
Hate is the propane, fuel the fire, but I’ma be the best
Smokin’ on that pack, light it up for the kids who left
Drankin’ on that drank, how the hell things go so left?

[Verse 1]
Imported from Columbia, The Life Of Pablo
Brought for them only, the life of [?]
Always on point now the life of Rondo
Settin’ up shop, but I ain’t talkin’ Lebron’s show
But we can talk in Lebron’s show
Somebody set up the combo
And I’ll explain what’s the deliest combo
The hype or the hell when I’m higher than I’ve ever been

[Chorus]
Fame is the cocaine, while clout is the crystal meth
Hate is the propane, fuel the fire, but I’ma be the best
Smokin’ on that pack, light it up for the kids who left
Drankin’ on that drank, how the hell things go so left?

[Verse 2]
Roll me up some from the dispensary
Free the real still in the penitentiary
Been lit since the turn of the century
Feel like this shit was maybe meant for me
Told myself I want the best, not reminders
Feds on me like a mixtape with drama
Well, let ‘em know that I’m steppin’ through hotter
And I’m on these n***as necks like some collars

[Chorus]
Fame is the cocaine, while clout is the crystal meth
Hate is the propane, fuel the fire, but I’ma be the best
Smokin’ on that pack, light it up for the kids who left
Drankin’ on that drank, how the hell things go so left?

[Verse 3]
Outside with a mask, CDC guidelines
Nah, it’s cause n***as seen the right minds
So they high in the high times
‘Cause the waves on high tides
Lead the gang, givin’ high fives
I don’t play when it’s my time
I made a billion, spite of Forbes
Every time I rhyme, you could find the chords
Line the show, I ain’t got time to talk
Spend a billion, I ain’t got time for salt
Roc-A-Fella flows, time to go and sign the vault
My vanilla hoes started by cryin’ up salt
And my other hoes had me up tryin’ to get caught
I’m addicted to the game and it’s all my fault
I’m addicted to the fame and it’s all my fault
I’m addicted to the chains and it’s all my fault
But it come with the game when your from my sport
Do you really want the fame and the one I snore?
Do you really want the fame?
[Chorus]
Fame is the cocaine, while clout is the crystal meth
Hate is the propane, fuel the fire, but I’ma be the best
Smokin’ on that pack, light it up for the kids who left
Drankin’ on that drank, how the hell things go so left?