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Run this shit back, I don't like weed with a tax
might keepin' growin' it back, he want me out of the mix
Flippin' and servin' a pack, mama I cannot relax
I just bought you a new bag, drugs better hurtin' me bad

Mama, I made my own lane, pavin' this shit with my pain
Paving it down with the rain, think I've been goin' insane
All of this shit in my brain, little bit hard to maintain
I'm bustin' it out the frame, pourin' it down the drain

What you gon' do for the fame? What you gon' do for the fame
Buyin' a necklace, buyin' a chain, lettin' it hang down right in the
What you gon' do for the fame? What you gon' do for the fame
What you gon' do for the fame? What you gon' do for the fame