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price of fame - 38 spesh, che noir, celph titled lyrics

[intro]

spesh, whatup

what else, what else, what else?

[verse 1: spesh]

uhh
i ain’t ever think that we would make it off a reefer
got a plug downtown and one way in catalina

uhh
showed my man the blueprint and made him a believer
and my plug look like he related to selena
your weed smell like sh*t & not a soul want it…
my weed krs1 it got a nose on it

uhh
you speaking to the big ape, that turn you to a big plate
i got shooters from cayuga to mid*state & got shooters in the street
dumping out the jeep cherokee
if the n*gga don’t die he gone need therapy!
i just bought a new 40, i grip it & hit em wit it, when i’m done it
cl!ck, cl!ck like pictures on prison visits
real dope boy my whole town know
part time rapper they still trying to steal my sound though
it’s murda
[verse 2: celph titled]

they say i’m a gift from god but possessed by a dark energy
a dull blade can always be sharpened by smart enemies
100 arms like large centipede’s, dark tendencies
every clip i got for the game is like bob menery’s

breaking down these plays in a vulgar fashion you tryna box?
sh*t you ain’t got to wait for no lulling action, now come relax some
body drop your focus is leaving n*gga, no one distract him
one attraction money & murder that was my hunger passion
now its money deals with my jewish lawyer, champagne
under my chandelier in my newest foyer
look in the eyes of your closest friends and see who is for you
now look in the eyes of them same friends and see who destroy you!
d*mn…
get paid handsomely but actually ugly, don’t smile when you
shaking my hand don’t ever laugh when you hug me
i know the cut of your jib don’t got to ask if you love me
this 5th will crush up your ribs and blow off half of your scully

[verse 3: che noir]

yo
the price of fame, i fill these mics with pain, redefine the game
the art of war, don’t need a knife or gun
when your minds to blame, my life’s a maze
i come from a city full of crime and pain a bunch a n*ggas
playing dice or spades, twisting micro braids
top 5 and if these n*ggas sleep, they sleep inside a grave
a snipers aim, trigger puller a bullet land inside his brain
the paramedics searching for a pulse, but they can’t find a vein
his family stressed, whisper, silent pray, scream & cry his name
look, they put a black person for sale, use churches & tell that
the man we worship is pell
if you can read that’s why they murdered the males
now it’s ironic how these n*ggas catch a sentence
before they learn how to spell…
we sittin, courtside i don’t watch the lakers from a skybox
road to riches most n*ggas crash cause of blind spots
pen game cold, invest my figures and i buy stock my drip
game cold, can squeeze a river from a eye drop, n*gga…

[outro instrumental]

- 38 spesh che noir celph titled lyrics

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