Cerberus - Fameless 2 lyrics

Verse 1 My first day as a rapper was the worst day ever I tried to be a spitter,but my rhymes were shallowly bitter Better bent them or open my third eye to make em endlessly matter I'm pa**ing words over pa**ports while record labels tryna pa** swords Smash boards showing me them numbers on the dashboards Number one in the charts,but the last one in collecting new hearts The beat bangs on your belly bu*ton But c'mon you know i'm kiddin' for the sake of the limelight Limes for the little kids,lemme put this piece to support greenpeace I just speak my piece,tryna squeeze them like damn that's a dimepiece Fameless,no worries,forever on my grind Nudging and judging celebrities on the mic for increasing their egotistical minds Be preferring memories and stories and facts over fat stacks,spotlights and ugly smiles all around Gotta live the life and remain grounded for the sake of fame Not become another wind-up doll or another gucci mane See the sights,like flashlights lighting houses over the main insane brain Hype train,misleading way,mistaking your talents with Michael Bay Hook Road to redemption or road to perfection These b**hes play with your mind like medication They put money in your pills Don't be a slave to them record labels Just be you,play safe and remain fameless Verse 2 I'm an independent artist,honest and reliable in my work Admirable and sophisticated rappers are ate with knife and fork Murk papers,i always act blind when i see dots and lines Like a thief being spotted and continuously hides Abnormally cries for not getting paid Normally he spends stacks on racks,hearts and spades fake made Human clueless in his own stubbornness his life got split into earthquakes Slated in the unknown,spiteful decisions stuck in mindless emissions I call'em tv shows,he chose to take a shower and wash his brain,cuz of his raged concussions Aged in the same a**umptions,he is a lame consumer who became a salty loser A ballsy abuser who plays the game,claiming to be a contributor Continues to drown his talents in the nasty temptations Lost in the unfriendly hood,he realized money never puts you in a chill mood You can't go back when your whole-souled got sold out He felt like a prisoner with no way out He had no choice,but to stop making music Cuz low numbers were his only release date in them rubric