4 the Fame - E. Town Concrete

It gave me chills the first time

That I saw that nigga since he shot LaGhram

They had him locked down, he got his weight up

And now he swears he’s the fuckin' man

No remorse, that niggas cold

He’s runnin' shit now or so I’m told

Word up the devil done stole his soul in fact

I heard he sold it long ago

No doubt to break out, from the ghetto

That be making fiends out of moms

Car alarms, packin' heat when the beef is on

Word is bond, son, in this triteness it’s all the same

Watch your back it’s a god damn shame, who’s fakin' jax

Your best friend will sell you out and no doubt

He’s makin' a name, he’d die for the fame

I don’t want much I just want everything, die for the fame.

'Some get a little, and some get none

Some catch a bad one' yo, that was my anthem

17 long hard years of blood tears

Nigga you were never there, nigga you would never care

Fuck the word 'cause the world fucked me

You could take me outta' hard times

But you can’t hard times outta' me

Run your shit, bitch, we was tight

But now I look out for myself, only for myself

I’m a changed man with a changed game plan

Hung out together, grew up, you was my main man

But shit’s just not the same, I’m in it for the fame

Childhood nightmare scenes that souped his head up

His broken heart and broken dreams got him mad fed up

The pain done got his eyes, he cried for the first time

Since his mother died when he was 5

Sinkin' his sorrows in Jack D and Old E

Just then he wasn’t glad he reminded himself of his daddy

Who made the pipe his wife and hit it every night

His tears were thick, his thoughts were mad hectic

He’s not pretending, he’s thinking of ending

The reminiscing over hard times and hard luck

Nobody gave a fuck again the agony struck

He put the barrel in his mouth, bit down and just bucked