*, are you attention seeking motherfucker?Give us the money, maybe let us do the artYou mean man's rap niggasI got eyes on meThey wanna know if I'ma keep it real with meWell I ain't gon' lie to all meAll that money look goodBut it's just too much that I ain't willing to tryCause when I look in the mirrorI still remember whyFame you'll never take me alive20 plus years in the game, I'm a OGLong Beach from the Genesis, shop to OTThe car's a retired drug dealer, that's the no keyWho get the bag, split the word, home and haveHo, me, yeahGiving youngsters game forevermoreGetting over's easy, what you under pressure for?Still got the shady plaques, still got the platinumDeath row chain in the dresser drawerThat ain't what they respect me forNever told, never fold, kept the codeNiggas washed up, now that's a heavy loadBetter check my credit score, put away the checkerboardChests on the west coast, home of the best smokeChrome on the Chevy thoughYou haters stay up in your laneThat yappa yappa bring the painI don't give a * how much the game changeI ain't acting like you pussies for the fameI got eyes on meThey wanna know if I'ma keep it real with meBut I ain't gon' lie, I don't, manAll that money look good, but it's just too muchThat I ain't willing to tryCause when I look in the mirrorI still remember whyFame, you'll never take me aliveGrown man *, I don't care what you scammers onMy advice to you, get off the ground with them hammers onOnly thing scared of your asses is your asses onThis a camera phoneCops see your posts, they gon' lock you in the phantom zoneI'm solo dolo when I ride, niggaGo ahead, do your dirt, I'm on your live, niggaYou haters fuckin' to my vibe, niggaWhen you comin' after me, call you a side, niggaI did it for the heartWith it from the stars, spit it from the heartWe the kings, so the queens over here with usSomebody put Picasso in a pair of chucksI bled for the game, still see the bloodstainsTry to string me up by my balls, but I don't careI let my nuts hangYou don't want record executives dancing all in your videoFeel me though, you should see your back frameThey got eyes on meThey wanna know if I'ma keep it real with meBut I ain't gon' lie, oh manAll of that money look good, but it's just too muchThen I ain't willing to tryCause when I look in the mirrorI still remember whyFame, you'll never take me aliveOne till the toneThree till the fourWho you really are snacking at your doorOne till the toneThree till the fourWho you really are snacking at your doorWho you really are snacking at your door