through your mind All the excuses Don't have the time All the rejection you have to leave behind Leave it all behind Hold your dreams Don't ever let
little birds, kissing in the trees An angel up above, been whispering to me Said I'm living in a dream, and it isn't what it seems Once wanted fame,
your controllers get broken (Nigga!) (Beam!) Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (Nigga!) (Beam!) Love, I get none, like sayin' no to niggas Hamiltonian's loneliness, so I hold
you Is beggin'for your autographs ands screamin' to hug you It's crazy, same dudes that seem like they thug you Is prayin' on your downfall, schemin'
is a gift Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger Now you just a whore to the male entertainers Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick The sun
for the lack of papers For the dope boys, I had the vapors 'Cause they got the hoes for the money they were stackin' And all I had was dreams of rappin
toe to toe with a panther and you just can't win Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest The rich get richer and the poor can't last The American Dream
go away Better take another look at my face You can be what you wanna be, hmm But don't go away Some dream of fortune Others dream of fame Seconds
niggaz from the bottom now Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow So... you got to get your gate right No matter what, you got to treat your weight
the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your
ever hold you (ohohooo) I need these things, like I need you, if you had a choice what would you choose . I can live without money, I can live without the fame
'bout to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claiming victory Get ya out da white house; go back to your
him from himself" [V. Goodnight Kiss] Goodnight kiss in your nightgown Lavender in your bed So innocent as you lie down Sweet dreams that run through your
me mane I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain I got I got my fames cluttered with this bud and this name of it is Fame and its all up in my blood tyna
life, make ya body freak out Baby seem like the type, married niggaz sneak out like I'm ballin y'all, yes I be appallin y'all Boss type hold it down,
