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lirik lagu samson - fame

(prod. mubz beats)

[verse 1]
i been grinding for a long time
each and every single song i’m
tryna influence the people with the dopest music
never spit a wrong rhyme
need a deal like 7 figures
faithful b-tches no gold diggers
spitting bullets ain’t pulling triggers
just mobbing deep with them lean swiggers
sat-rdays ain’t for the boys that’s for the b-tches i done employed
toned -sses no celluloid and it’s kodak moment f-ck polaroids
i be tryna get it for them long -ss nights
when a homie just ain’t have hope
all these fake -ss nova rappers washed up off bars like soap
i was born for this
imma ride round town in some foreign whips
with foreign hips a foreign b-tch
all i really wanna see in my king size bed
when the morning hits
look
young millz the dopest rapper
with a white skin tone like peach (like peach)
most of y’all can’t even fathom
all god dam heights ill reach (lil b-tch)
billboards that’s high as heaven
want hit songs need like eleven
grammy shelves just for the feathering
my favorite rappers gon be my brethren
i ain’t lying i’m straight supplying
slow but steady millz far from dying
hating p-ssies just stop trying
yo bullsh-t what i ain’t buying (no way)

[hook]
millz the f-cking name and imma run the game
thinking bout you haters man it’s such a shame
i’m just switching lanes and ain’t no one to blame
y’all gon want my clout when i hit the fame

[bridge]
120 got no brakes
just hit the gas and that floor shakes
ride round ain’t no jakes
i k!lled the game and that’s closed case
pills for dinner ain’t no steaks
i’m high as f-ck and my dome aches
peep the mirror ain’t no face
i skid off in them closed gates

[verse 2]
coming for the man in the mirror right now
tell him hold up homie put the gun down (bleh)
you could make something of yourself
don’t let your pain overtake your wealth
look i gotta an a1 fan they adore me
tried to k!ll himself it’s a true story
my track came on he couldn’t ignore me
one shot to live told him don’t worry
and that made me think
i don’t wanna go out by the sink
i wanna go out with the finest minks
and have iced chain with expensive links
i can’t be selfish gotta be selfless
music man it gon help the helpless
heart-throbbing just like i’m elvis
finna f-ck the game until i broke her pelvis
look
when i’m over booked
my persona ain’t overlooked
lotta rappers act over-crooked
but i stayed the same i just leave em shook (shook)
days off just don’t exist
my flows colder than a posers wrist
at photo-shoots when my poses switch
i might f-ck around and pose witcha b-tch (geht)

[outro]
y’all gon want my clout when i hit the fame

- lirik lagu samson

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