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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Vocals
Markeith Black
Markeith Black
Guitar
DeJuan McCrimmon
DeJuan McCrimmon
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Washington
William Washington
Songwriter
Justin Lewis Scott
Justin Lewis Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Producer
WLPWR
WLPWR
Producer

Lyrics

Paparazzi after my shows asking me questions God fed up with my soul so ain't no blessing Happiness can't be bought or sold, I learned my lesson Now I see what fame will really get you Bottle by the night stand, that ease the stress Dealing with depression, pills on the dresser Fiending for affection so I'm buying out the section Now I see what fame really gets you Now I see what fame will get you Lifestyles of the rich and famous That lifestyle left a lot of rich fold brainless To the temple Yeah, we were broke, but that life was simple Besides, food is food, water is water, air is air, the rest is mental I did without until I did within I said on beat what I wrote in pen I gave my all without giving in But it's a thin line between heavenly divine and a living a life of sin Speak in codes to my worthy friends Greenroom full, I pray we ain't let the devil in A lot of faces I don't know A lot of "where you been"'s, like you was really looking for me When I was in the wind, life is just a game now Really got my aim down to shoot for stars I ain't been to church in years and it ain't even far This ain't even half of the battle, I ain't even start All I do is record I see what fame really get's you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah yeah (This ain't even half of the battle, I ain't even start All I do is record I see what fame really get's you) Now I see what fame really get's you Yeah, yeah Paparazzi after my shows asking me questions God fed up with my soul so ain't no blessing Happiness can't be bought or sold, I learned my lesson Now I see what fame will really get you Bottle by the night stand, that ease the stress Dealing with depression, pills on the dresser Fiending for affection so I'm buying out the section Now I see what fame really gets you I bought a bottle just to sew my soul Still crying over granny That was some years ago, I'm a man now I came up to hold my fam down Can't tell them about my depression cause most them fans now Got to protect myself at all times I know some partners that got sued by their bloodline Lord forbid I let my blood down, the first time I say no, guess we ain't blood now Scared, me as a business man is like all they see Justin Scott, trapped as Big K.R.I.T. screaming it's really me When it was only us it was only love, how could this be? When falling out for some is not getting the V.I.P And a simple conversation means we talking work To play a song that's almost perfect but it need my verse You got an artist, but I'm family, but you need a purse You hit the city but don't call me first That's what fame gets you Paparazzi after my shows asking me questions God fed up with my soul so ain't no blessing Happiness can't be bought or sold, I learned my lesson Now I see what fame will really get you Bottle by the night stand, that ease the stress Dealing with depression, pills on the dresser Fiending for affection so I'm buying out the section Now I see what fame will really get you
Writer(s): William Booker Washington, Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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