Fame lyrics

[Verse]
Yuh, look, look
Who f*ckin' with me? Tell me one name
And ask him if he came from dope spots and gunplay
Finally off the runway, damn it feel good to spend a thousand on my son's shades
Look, with street smarts who I dumb paid
Seen the brake lights, I had to swerve off the runway
Uh, I knew that I would make it one day
Know I gotta be a real n*gga 'cause I'm unphased
I got a Beamer with a whole lot of trunk space
[?] f*ck face actin' mad 'cause he unpaid
And I been out here since a young age
I never been the type to complain
I'ma let my gun bang
By any means to make my funds raise
I'm on this money marathon, n*gga, so I run things
Check out this status that I obtained
It's ten racks and four tickets if you want me at your club, mane
And in the scheme of things, that's chump change
When you doin' ten a month and savin' up when you done things
I Crip hard and get love from the Blood gang
Blue Chucks on the Red Carpet like, "f*ck fame"