[Intro]
Fuck fame
All you attention seekin' motherfuckers
Give us the money, n***a, let us do the art
Meme ass rap n***as, swear to God
My Brother Dizz Made This

[Chorus]
I got eyes on me, they wanna know if I'ma keep it real with me
Well, I ain't gon' lie, homie (Yah)
All that money look good but there's just too much I ain't willin' to try (Yeah)
'Cause when I look in the mirror (Yeah), I still remember why (I remember)
Fame, you'll never take me alive

[Verse 1]
20 plus years in the game, I'm a O.G
Long Beach from the Genesis, shout to O.T
The car's a retired drug dealer, that's the no key
Who get the bag? Split the word home in half, ho-me
Yeah, givin' youngsters game, forevermore
Gettin' over's easy, what you under pressure for?
Still got the Shady plaque
Still got the platinum Death Row chain in the dresser drawer, that ain't what they respect me for
Never told, never fold, kept the cold
N***as washed up, now that's a heavy load
Better check my credit score
Put away the checkerboard, chess on the West Coast
Home of the best smoke, chrome on the Chevy though
You haters stay up in your lane
That yappa yappa bring the pain
I don't give a fuck how much the game changed
I ain't actin' like you pussies for the fame
[Chorus]
I got eyes on me, they wanna know if I'ma keep it real with me
Well, I ain't gon' lie, homie (Yah)
All that money look good but there's just too much I ain't willin' to try (Yeah)
'Cause when I look in the mirror (Yeah), I still remember why (I remember)
Fame, you'll never take me alive

[Verse 2]
Grown man shit, I don't care what you scammers on
My advice to you, get off the Gram with them hammers on
Only thing scared of your ass is a camera phone
Cops see your post, they gon' lock you in the phantom zone
I'm solo, dolo when I ride, n***a
Go 'head, do your dirt all on your Live, n***a
You haters fuckin' up my vibe, n***a
Way you comin' after me, call you a side n***a
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) I did it for the culture
Waited from the stars, spit it from the heart
We the king so the queen's over here with us
Somebody put Picasso in a pair of Chucks
I'm playin' for the game, still see the bloodstains
Try to string up by my balls, I let my nuts hang
You don't want record executives dancin' all in your videos
Feel me though?
You should sign to fuck fame
N***a
[Chorus]
I got eyes on me, they wanna know if I'ma keep it real with me
Well, I ain't gon' lie, homie (Yah)
All that money look good but there's just too much I ain't willin' to try (Yeah)
'Cause when I look in the mirror (Yeah), I still remember why (I remember)
Fame, you'll never take me alive

[Break]
One to the two, three to the four
Who you really [?] at your door?
One to the two, three to the four
Who you really [?] at your door?