Correction Paroles Fuck Being Famous par Jay Fizzle

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Oh, and some breaking news from CMPD this midday, the department releasing some new video in a deadly shooting that happened on Juneteenth (Ayy, turn that TV up, turn it up, swear this shit crazy out here every day)
Incredibly hard to watch and listen to
I just want the money
How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
Fuck being famous
Crizzay
Bottom boy
Westwood baby
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Gang 'nem

I come from a city of poverty
Swear all we know is murder and robbery
Swear it's hard to leave the streets 'cause the streets what strated me
Tell myself, "When I get rich, I'm goin' to the block, I'm 'bout poppin' it
Yeah, forever I'm chasin' this paper as long as I'm livin', I swear ain't no stoppin' it
Heard Fizzle goin' broke, that's a mockery
I'm forever gon' eat, ain't no motherfuckin' starving me

Fuck the fame, I'm on the block with a sack and a Glock on me
Trap running hard 'cause I keep the bitch quality
And they know I'm the GOAT, so these rap niggas mockin' me
They can dress the same, but I swear niggas ain't eqaulity
Bag so big, feel like I hit the lottery
Had to cut some niggas off, heard the fuck niggas plottin' on me
I keep it on me, I ain't worried, all that woofin' don't bother me
5.56 hit a nigga main artery
Tell 'em fuck bein' famous, I'm tryna be the richest
Swear to get where I got, had to switch up my pivot
Probably been on the top back then, wouldn't listen
And I ain't got an M, boy, I swear to God, I spent it
Covid time, ask around, promise I put it down
Got cheese around, found a plug, flood the whole town
One day, dump a hundred pounds, fuck with every pound around
Swear the paper comin' faster than the words out the mouth come from Busta Rhymes
We ain't chasin' these bitches, we chasin' the paper
Run a train on your ho like the Railroad Underground (Thottie)
He was talkin' all though like he really 'bout that action, caught his ass with that whopper chop, put his ass underground
Ain't frontin' shit, better come pay me my paper, ain't with all that ballin', don't come with the runaround
I'ma hit a nigga block, tryna catch him and run him down
The hop out with somethin' hit harder than a thunder clap
Yeah, they want me calmin' down, but they done pissed me off
Won't let me in, I'ma go knock all the richest off
Don't play with me 'cause I'm gon' come knock the biggest off
Yeah, I'm Crippin', but 'round the way, bitch, I'm the biggest dog
If it ain't 'bout the paper, I fuckin' get anger
I don't kick it with rappers, I don't fuck with strangers
When these rap niggas diss me, this shit gon' get dangerous
So tell 'em come pay me and fuck being famous

Swear I'd give it all up to have ???[1:45] and Dolph with me, ain't a day go by I don't miss 'em
Swear I can't wait to catch both 'em and kill 'em
I'ma fill 'em with the whole hundred round 'til it's empty (I swear)
Long live Big Money, hate that they killed you
And my bro, you know you my motherfuckin' nigga
PNut got charged with murder, he was the vitim
If a nigga slap you, what you gon' do? Kill 'em
Where I'm from, niggas don't fight no more, everybody ridin' 'round with a switch or a stick
Where I'm from, can't say you gangster and thug in these streets if you don't own a motherfuckin' blick
Say your partner strapped, what that mean? Can't trust a nigga with your life, can't even trust a nigga with a bitch (Crazy, man)
These niggas stupid, while y'all try to fit in, I'ma try to fit these racks in my britches (Rackades)

Oh, and some breaking news from CMPD this midday, the department releasing some new video in a deadly shooting that happened on Juneteenth
Incredibly hard to watch and listen to

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