No Fame lyrics

[Chorus]
Woah, yeah, woah
I'm back in the kitchen again
Finessed the finesser, I did it again
I ain't have to use no GPS to get here, n*gga, I know where I am
I ain't get here lyin' on no man 'cause n*gga, I know where I stand
Don't talk about nun' I coulda did, n*gga, just know that you can't
Yo' b*tch in the penthouse tryna f*ck me, sh*t, just know that I ain't
I don't even f*ck walk-throughs no more, I don't even know her name
These n*ggas in the house, sittin' talkin' 'bout me, n*gga, I don't need no more fame

[Verse]
Uh, n*gga, I don't need no chain
n*gga, I don't need no clique
Get the f*ck off of my di*k
Mе and my n*ggas, we straight
Me and my b*tch do okay
But see, that ain't none of your businеss
There you go all in the mix, and you don't 'een know what we mixin'
DJ Drama these n*ggas mixy
I told my b*tch she "Got a star", and she missed it
She superficial, her best friend sadiddy
I got a cannon on me and it boom, but it don't make no beats
You in the industry, not in the streets
Go against me and that's gon' be a sweep
sh*t, go against me and win, that's the last time you gon' eat 'cause my n*ggas they gon' tweak
My n*ggas let that sh*t fly, they don't Tweet
f*ck 9-1-1, we .223
R.I.P Prodigy, we Mobb Deep
We stay on go, you can't stop me
She eat c*ck, 'cause I'm c*cky
She said I'm "The one", f*ck the top three
Don't be mad, this what you taught me
I could lose it all, I still got me
I'm still getting high at the pent' lowkey
You can shoutout a n*gga, but you don't know me
My smoke A1, my b*tch CC
You got it on deck, but I got it on me
I'm smokin' loud at the house
Grindin' I'm stackin' up dough tryna go get the re'
Choppa on me it play a melody, it sing
[Chorus]
Yeah, woah
I'm back in the kitchen again
Finessed the finesser, I did it again
I ain't have to use no GPS to get her, n*gga, I know where I am
I ain't get here lyin' on no man 'cause n*gga, I know where I stand
Don't talk about nun' I coulda did, n*gga, just know that you can't
Yo' b*tch in the penthouse tryna f*ck me, sh*t, just know that I ain't
I don't even f*ck walk-throughs no more, I don't even know her name
These n*ggas in the house, sittin' talkin' 'bout me, n*gga, I don't need no more fame

[Verse 2]
I'on need no more liquor
I'on need no more drank 'cause I might f*ck around and kill one of you n*ggas
You gotta be high off that Molly
You got to have took like ten thousand Percs, thinkin' you can f*ck with my body
You don't gotta pay for sh*t over here, lil' n*gga, I got it
I ain't perfect, I'm just honest
She do Pilates but talkin' about it
I feel like Franklin, I'm havin' a product
I'm in the trap with lil' what and they workin' that whatchamacallit
I got some shooter with me, on and off court, we ballin'
I got some trust in this stick, no stallin'
R.I.P Nipsey, I just left Slauson
I'm tryna leave, but that money keep callin'
My picture in the bank 'cause I'm in that ho often
You know it's my house if you hear a bad b*tch in there coughin'
I put up numbers like uncle Buckets, I ain't shy with that glizzy, I'm awesome
My young n*ggas shootin' like Boston
I put white in her eye like Hopsin
She don't clean, but she say that I'm toxic
We tuck 'cause I'm back in the office
[Chorus]
Yeah, woah
I'm back in the kitchen again
Finessed the finesser, I did it again
I ain't have to use no GPS to get here, n*gga, I know where I am
I ain't get here lyin' on no man 'cause n*gga, I know where I stand
Don't talk about nun' I coulda did, n*gga, just know that you can't
Yo' b*tch in the penthouse tryna f*ck me, sh*t, just know that I ain't
I don't even f*ck walk-throughs no more, I don't even know her name
These n*ggas in the house, sittin' talkin' 'bout me, n*gga, I don't need no more fame