الأغاني:
Fame Hold Your Dream

to be me Now picture the servants in the cabin with the sweetest massage Picture having ice and only wanna speak to God Picture your dreams being shattered and your

my Prada frames got me paid Watch 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

that ass for tips at the titty bar Broken glass, everywhere (It's louder) Louder than a bomb shattered in the air (It's louder) Try to hold back your

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

'cause today's almost already gone Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti long Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on

the bitch Now your stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt She gotcha looking like an old banana peel in the dirt Bitch, slipped up and hit your

you muthaf-ckers this art imitate my life you WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white eliminate the fools ghouling imitation ice my music for your soul, inspiration for your

sidewalk holds diamonds, like a jewelry store case They argue, "Walk this way, no, walk this way" Laura's asleep in my bed As I'm leaving she wakes up and says "I dreamed

want the money, the women, the fortune and fame That means I'll end up burning in Hell scorching in flames That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your