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price of fame - philthy rich lyrics

[intro: louie ray]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
okay
yeah
somethin’ i can vibe too, aight
smokin’ real weed
gettin’ real money
know what i’m sayin’, like
we tearin’ this sh*t up, n*gga
(okay)

[verse 1: louie ray]
top drop ’cause it’s hot, with a wh0re
park a hundred*thousand*dollar car right at the store
i dropped four chains last year, finna buy me up some more
bought a crib, but the one i really want sit off the shore
i’m in shape for this rap sh*t, it’s a sport
the only fights i’m scared to fight is ones inside the court
i got one foot in the jar of dope and one foot in the door
i don’t give a f*ck if you cut ’cause band*aids cover sores
you can’t accept n*ggas, then alright, f*ck it
you can’t expect n*ggas to care, n0body know you
you gotta always keep it real, n0body told you
asked her, “how you suck d*ck this good? somebody showed you”
was just local sellin’ cds, i’m gettin’ global
i mean this whole year done been like a movie, we need a n0bel
you gotta always keep it real, n0body told you
i asked her, “how you suck d*ck this good? somebody showed you”
[interlude: philthy rich]
i’m just sayin’, though, n*gga
you know, this sh*t different when it come to me, man
i don’t shop where you n*ggas shop, eat where you n*ggas eat, man
don’t f*ck what you n*ggas f*ck, man, i don’t drive what you n*ggas drive
we ain’t spendin’ the same thing
i’m in a different bracket, uh*huh, look

[verse 2: philthy rich]
it’s an m on my head, got half of that on my neck
what you n*ggas waitin’ on? tell them n*ggas come collect
at least five chains on, and still’ll throw them hands
your n*gga did five years, but what’d you throw your man?
n*ggas on paperwork, ignore the fact that he told
like, “he ain’t tell on me, plus that sh*t h*lla old”
you on live with a fat n*gga talkin’ ’bout who fat, n*gga?
on live with a rat n*gga talkin’ ’bout who a rat, n*gga?
he ain’t in the hole, he on the pcr
soft behind the walls, but in the streets, he hard
this the price of fame, tryna get a name off my name
we went to the same jeweler but our diamonds ain’t the same
he wasn’t no soul stripper, that n*gga a bundle boy
have a n*gga strip a n*gga soul for a bundle, boy
would’ve got a plaque for “do better” if it wasn’t on worldstar
fakin’ in the foreign like it wasn’t your girl car
it’s philthy

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