Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change Still me and my homies and we all the same Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame" W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name? My third album, my Graduation like Kanye I just might fuck

I said I never gave a fuck. I'll be the first one to let you know again. Things will never change unless this world comes to an end. I'm sick and Twisted and you're the one to blame. Sex drugs and violence go hand in Hand with fame. So who wants to be my

Let, it will be Just let it be Won't you let it be? Oh let it be Now I can tell you About success, about fame Just watch me burn Oh let it be (Won't you let it be?) About the rise and the fall

What's free? Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be Told my niggas "I need you" Through all the fame you know I stay true Pray my niggas stay free Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V

But I don't give up, no, I don't ever give up Love isn't here, love isn't here But it's somewhere I'm no kid in a kid's game I did what I did, I've got no one to blame It's all I've got, it's my claim to fame I'm no fighter but I'm fighting This whole

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

The sound that you're listening to Is from my guitar that's named Lucille I'm very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me from the plantation Or you might say, brought me fame I don't think I could just talk enough about Lucille Sometime when I'm blue seem

Way before the fame (Bounce) Out the blue, like a Crip But I never bang though They know, we've been at it way before the fame, ho Way before the fame, ho At it way before the, way before the fame ho (Bounce) Way before the, way before the fame ho

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

Fame, fame, fame, fame Fame, fame, fame Fame makes a man take things over Fame lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame puts you there where things are hollow (fame) Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane