Recollections of Fame!

Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa) This not a regular Jeep (no) You think I'm a regular star? (No) This one a SRT (yeah) Man, somebody done died in this car (yeah) Police, they lookin' for me? I'm in Houston, I ain't going too far Tryna catch me, bitch, it's beat Put Balenciaga on my feet Rock Balenciaga just to sleep TLC on this block, I'ma creep Let's see if that bitch really sleep Put a drum and a switch on the G Put a 63 behind the Jeep And she know how I'm moving, be deep So you know all my brothers with me In a E-31, it's a sleeper (yeah) She keep askin' if this a Ferrari Could've lied, but I said it's a Bimmer Got your bitch in the back, she a eater Hand it to her, she got a good thinker Used to think I was gon' go to Harvard (whoa) Used to think I was gon' have a daughter (whoa) Used to think everybody keep secrets (whoa) Used to always be nice, now I'm meaner (no) I can't fuck with these niggas, I mean it Way they treat you, you wouldn't believe it I still listen, the reason I'm smarter Love my pops, used to give me the game He the reason I know to go harder Got a brother I miss every day He the reason I rhyme when I'm talkin' I'ma settle, you speak on his name I can't wait 'til my son meet your daughter I just sit back and write when I think (yeah) Wanna be just like Durango Carter (yeah) If you listen, you picture the pain If you listen, you'll hear when it rain Time to go sand white for the paint Got a Jeep, but our shit ain't the same He got money, but he still a lame I just spent his whole check on some Lang He got everything, he still complain He seen death, he still think it's a game He throw up shit he don't even claim She love me, but she don't know my name Feel like I got accustomed to fame "Why you spend 17 on a chain?" Another 20 you spent on the Carti' Could've put that shit down on a 'Rari In your 20's, why you need a 'Rari? If I die in it, I hope somebody Call Trina and tell her I'm sorry She know her baby boy got that money And I can't help but spend it on cars Still got niggas locked behind them bars (Still got niggas locked behind them bars) Still got niggas locked behind them bars Free my niggas locked behind them bars (Whoa, whoa, whoa) This not a regular Jeep (no) You think I'm a regular star? (No) This one a SRT (yeah) Man, somebody done died in this car (yeah) Police, they lookin' for me? I'm in Houston, I ain't going too far Tryna catch me, bitch, it's beat Put Balenciaga on my feet Rock Balenciaga just to sleep TLC on this block, I'ma creep Let's see if that bitch really sleep Put a drum and a switch on the G Put a 63 behind the Jeep And she know how I'm moving, be deep So you know all my brothers with me