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Fame
30
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fame was released on January 1, 2007 by Defendersmusic.ca as a part of the album F.A.M.E.
album cover
Release DateJanuary 1, 2007
LabelDefendersmusic.ca
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

Lyrics

Move!
Boy, I'll make you famous
Yeah
Boy, I'll make you famous
Yeah
Boy, I'll make you famous
Yeah
Boy, I'll make you famous
You wishing that you had me
You'd gladly give up your family and privacy to have me
I'm the reason why the girls be scoping you
A household name now, destined for me and fortune
I took you around the world and back
It's 'cause of me why your friends got off and left you taking a rap
And when you make it, I'm the cause of the hatred
Envy and animosity, jealousy and the fake shit
Brought you attention from imperial kings
I taught you to love all material things
Temptation is calling, you still stalling
Knowing she the bitch that'll kick you when you're falling
I glamorize the struggles in life
I took you from your kids and wife and gave you lonely nights
Without me, vain endorsements, Bentleys and Porsches
Mandatory prenups, yearly divorces
Surveillance for accountants, summer homes in the mountains
And gardens with the fountains and problems by the thousands
Who am I? I was once a fantasy
Fame is the name of the game I claim casually
I make it cool to fuck coked up
Am I a fool or what? I'm like eyes wide shut
A secret society revolve around me
I'm F-A-M-E
Yo, I live the life they hear about in the news
I took your fam on a summer-long cruise
I make you or break you, you love to hate me
'Cause I'm the reason why the gun is off safety
You live the life they talk about in the news
You took your fam on a summer-long cruise
I make you or break you, you love to hate me
'Cause I'm the reason why the gun is off safety
Ayo, fame is the name of the game, so stop fronting
A boost to your ego, meal ticket for your people
I keep snakes close by lurking, you know the bait's working
Beware the silver-tongued serpent
I gave my time, fifteen minutes to shine
Blinded by the dollar signs, you were mine
I make fakes to patch your head
Hit you in your arms and legs just to get me in bed
Stay in every child's dream, I'm your parents' worst nightmare
To see fame, it might take a light year
Symptoms of my victims is panophobia
Depression, stressing, dying with aggression
Remember where it started, strutting the red carpet
Posing for paparazzi, on top of the world
Took trips to the mansion, to the yacht for your girl
Tricking like no tomorrow, let the truth unfurl
Ayo, the pressure, pain and the pleasure
Settling for less is not part of my endeavor
A cynical society revolve around me
I'm F-A-M-E
Yo, I live the life they hear about in the news
I took your fam on a summer-long cruise
I make you or break you, you love to hate me
'Cause I'm the reason why the gun is off safety
You live the life they talk about in the news
You took your fam on a summer-long cruise
I make you or break you, you love to hate me
'Cause I'm the reason why the gun is off safety
Boy, I'll make you famous
Some will flip whatever it takes for limelight
'Cause this is what you wanted to be, a celebrity
So he thinks he got a little fame
Homeboy, I'll make you famous
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Written by: Alvin L. Lindsey, Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., Bose Du Heyward, Christopher Alvin Lanier, Clarence Montgomery Iii, D. Watson, George Gershwin, Howard Lee Coney, Ira Gershwin, Kentrell Charles Lindsey, Zek Zekkariyas
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