Philthy Rich – Price Of Fame Lyrics
Artist: Philthy Rich
Song: Price Of Fame
(Reuel, stop playin’ with these n#gg#s)
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#gg#
(Okay)
Top drop ’cause it’s hot, with a wh#re
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#gg#s, then alright, f#ck it
You can’t expect n#gg#s to care, nobody know you
You gotta always keep it real, nobody told you
Asked her, “How you suck dick 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 Nobel
You gotta always keep it real, nobody told you
I asked her, “How you suck dick this good? Somebody showed you”
I’m just sayin’, though, n#gg#
You know, this sh#t different when it come to me, man
I don’t shop where you n#gg#s shop, eat where you n#gg#s eat, man
Don’t f#ck what you n#gg#s f#ck, man, I don’t drive what you n#gg#s drive
We ain’t spendin’ the same thing
I’m in a different bracket, uh-huh, look
It’s an M on my head, got half of that on my neck
What you n#gg#s waitin’ on? Tell them n#gg#s come collect
At least five chains on, and still’ll throw them hands
Your n#gg# did five years, but what’d you throw your man?
n#gg#s on paperwork, ignore the fact that he told
Like, “He ain’t tell on me, plus that sh#t hella old”
You on Live with a fat n#gg# talkin’ ’bout who fat, n#gg#?
On Live with a rat n#gg# talkin’ ’bout who a rat, n#gg#?
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#gg# a bundle boy
Have a n#gg# strip a n#gg# 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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Release Year: 2021