Fame ft. Conway the machine Lyrics

Frishh

Yeah

Machine bitch

Haha

Yea we back

Let's get it

You know

What the fuck is up

See you con way

Yeah

Get in your bag

Look

The fame and the clout

I never cared about

I did two shows for a hundred

That's a fair amount

May back from Jan to water

You know my where about

The ones responsible

For all those bodies

Y'all been hearing about

They had desires trap

And a heroin house

And made more weekly

Than a doctor make

Yearly out his salary

I'm rocking a merry

Out the factory might personally

Send a tax to me

Yeah

They still copying waves

Stealing my drip

But they never rock it the same

Boy thought he was gangster

Until he got shot In his braids

You know we crashing out

If you ever hop out of your lane

Pulled up the indictment

See poppy and copped me some haze

He lost half his leg

When he was shot with the gage

Rock a lot of chains

In Atlanta I stopped at the flames

Conway y'all know the name

Pussy

Damn con way killed that shit man

First off I appreciate

You blessing my record

Bucket list type shit man

Yo my turn

Haters eat a dick

They be licking these nuts

Machine on the track that's con way

On the feature

On the beat I'm the butcher

No beef call me Benny

Ready for war no matter how many

Shots you send me

We got that magic like penny

And if you want it come get me

You know I'm focused and ready

You know my pen game Is deadly

And now it's paper we stacking

And now we taking that action

And Frishh is making it platinum

And every record is slapping

Facts

Frishh and con way

A dream come true

Bring on all the smoke

Show you what them lungs do

And fuck these whack rappers

What a bunch a bums to

And facts I like to kick it

Yeah I'm so kung fu

And shall in inspiration

That's Reggie and method

And it took a minute though

Now I'm getting accepted

And I went independent

Like Russ and a few others

I can see the picture clearly

I'm fly no shutter

That line you wouldn't get

'Cause your head

Is in the gutter

And Frish and Griselda

Yeah we about that bread and butter

And this my summer

No wonder I got them hot flows

I got that woo

Rest in peace pop smoke

Your boys going crazy

Never could you calm me down

We stacking rapper after rapper

Add it to the body count

Push it to the limit when I'm in it

Ain't not stopping now

We spreading love the Brooklyn way

Big poppa style

So tell me though

What's not to like bruh

'Cause every bar is dope

It's a bet cypher

Man it's hitting different

When I'm spitting sick metaphors

And I'm winning words of wisdom

You should just accept your flaws

Uh yeah

Con way the machine

Frishh yo get better man

Speedy recovery

You know the fame

Ain't a game

The top spots my aim

But once I stepped in

Shit will never be the same

I'm out one