I wanna be famous
Feels like I'm talking to myself,
i hold my head, look around and all i see is hate,
but i gotta have faith
I'll pull through this shit with or without you
I hit the bottom so hard, looked up and you out too
Yesterday i had a dream that i was spitting in front of thousands of people, all came to see me flow Like i was dr dre or slim shady, was fucking crazy woke up in the morning back to reality, reality check i ain't famous
I'm bout to make some changes, get my shit out there so y'all can feel what I'm saying
I stay up every night writing raps
I don't know i think i was born for this shit, give me 1 good reason why i should stop when I'm lit
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