Correction Lyrics Fame Sh*T by M.I Abaga

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See this fame sh*t, It’s a little bit tough, sh*t is dangerous
Don’t know who you can trust, but it came with Fendi, Gucci, Dior
Be a broke a** b*t*h, that can never be us
See this fame sh*t, It’s a little bit tough, sh*t is dangerous
Don’t know who you can trust, but it came with Fendi, Gucci, Dior
Be a broke a** b*t*h, that can never be us

You see this fame sh*t
Start it off and now they can’t explain it
Broke n***as popping out the pavement
I told n***as I was gonna make it
They ain’t have faith in me
I walk in the streets, minus eight degree
Walk in the streets, with a cake on me
Yeah n***a walked with a cake like a bakery
Y’all still couldn’t play with me
I patiently, still giving out the pa** to the well known things
Bellied up, like I'm Unknown T
You can see this fame sh*t really not for me
B*t*h I'm

See this fame sh*t, it’s a little bit tough, sh*t is dangerous
Don’t know who you can trust, but it came with Fendi, Gucci, Dior
Be a broke a** b*t*h, that can never be us
See this fame sh*t, it’s a little bit tough, sh*t is dangerous
Don’t know who you can trust, but it came with Fendi, Gucci, Dior
Be a broke a** b*t*h, that can never be us
Oh my God
You see this fame sh*t, that’s some cray sh*t
Put a n***a in soup like crayfish
What these n***as would do just to make it
Sh*t is out of this world like a spaceship
This is rare to find n***a, don’t chase it
If you sick of your b*t*h, and she basic
If you want certain real, nothing matrix
Just take a blue pill, then give her great d**k
Couple benzos and some ranges
I’m in the back, all black like I’m racist
Last night in the clubhouse wasted
Tomorrow night same sh*t, like it's twitter spaces
When you famous and you make it
She gon' tell you that she love you, but she fake it
Right now she on facetime naked
With another n***a if he give her she go take it

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