Ghostwridah - Still Not Famous lyrics

[Verse 1: GhostWridah] Look... Could I ever be a product of the fame? And sell my soul off, to profit the whole game Rocking that gold chain and watching these hoes sang A product of oneself, mentality's so lame That fame... It's something like feeling your first high But overdose, only the Romeo must die Peace to Aaliyah, one in a million That's gone but not forgotten, forever living in song I pray I live in the zone Motha f** fame, I'm trying to get me a home Who could maintain the women who wanna bone In exchange for a photo Came in a cab and left in a Benz photo Twit pics of you and your thick click On your facebook chatting bout who you was just with But when it's all over, and you and your girl sober you're (Still not famous) [Hook] [Verse 2: Wrekonize] I been on my grind, since the beginning of time With a particular rhyme for these inquisitive minds I'm addicted to lines, only mine and not nasal Exhale the scales through miles of mic cable See it's stable And for now the crowd is loud and still down to come save us But slip up for a minute I get it, they complain, saying... (You're still not famous) Give me a couple second at it Get better using my rhetoric And make sure I can still benefit from a second hit I leave what I do true, you should get a grip So you can look back and be glad you ever split I wanna one day claim my lane Hard with or without fame I still aim to gain So I can stand in my own space and gladly say (You're still not famous) sang [Hook] [Verse 3: Bernz] Not yet... Automatic depressive The crowd screams, but I still ain't connected Fans scoff, say this's what they expected I been a catcher in the rye, every day I been alive Jaded while we on the rise, faded Only after stumbling before the crowd love it to hate it Either way I think I made it so Toast to boy with a shot of Jack stack And the dated on the daily reminds of bear-traps It takes all of my energy to avoid scraps And still fail... The beat bumps, and all's well If money come cool, watch it while I blow it again I'm a loose cannon lighting up the horizon And the paper then the vapor while they all watching And even then (You're still not famous) [Hook]