Friday, December 28, 2012
folk in your face, you're a superstar...niggas hang around cause' of who you are...you get a lot of love cause' of what you got...say they happy for you but they really not. Sell a lot of records and you roll a Benz...swoll up in the spot, now you losing friends...ALL YOU WANNA DO IS GIVE THE WORLD YOUR HEART, BUT THE LABEL TRIED TO MAKE YOU COMPROMISE YOUR ART. You make a million dollars, make a million mo'....first class broad treat you like a nigga po'. You wanna say WAIT! but you're moving fast, try to stay sane, it's the price of fame...spending your life trying to NUMB the pain. You shake that load off and sing a song, liberate the minds...then you go on home.