Lil Fame - Welcome to the Machine Remix lyrics

[Sample] "Pink Floyd - Welcome To The Machine" "You've been in the pipeline Filling in time Provided with toys and scouting for boys You brought a guitar to punish your ma You didn't like school And you know you're nobody's fool" [Chorus] "Welcome to the machine" - 2X [Termanology] Ayo, Tommy ain't my motherf**in' Boy When you take food from a rapper you employ Now you gotta hustle, baggin' up the boy And it's No Limit to the lives he destroy John Forte say nay to the ye Not Kanye, but the ye that you take When you stressed out cuz your girl ain't a Virgin She a Capitol B, hotter than a furnish Got that guy coldest, I hope you got insurance She electrified you, now she got you nervous Seen what it did to Pac, this rap game She a dirty ho, did B.I.G. the same TLC, Tony Braxton and them Aces a record and you never see none Millionaire dreams, but a dream you become When you, when you, when when you see the machine run, run, run [Chorus] - 2X [Lil Fame] Yo it's thugs behind the music But f** that, when you cover behind the music It ain't no love behind the music n***as shed blood behind the music I start to feel the tension and grudge behind the music The sh** changed, it's all f**ed up behind the music It's new cats with big a** guns behind the music Damn, it really ain't what it was behind the music But we aight, we gonna do us behind the music Got me feelin' like Biggie, coming out the club pissy drunk Hopping inside of the pa**enger seat Before that car pulled up and started blastin' the heat We was just in the hood slingin' crack in the street With the slim homie O.G Crack the hatch on the Hatchback, sounds thumpin' Had the whole hood bumpin' Talkin' about how we gonna back outta this b**h Get the money, that's it, stick to the script And I watched the homie get that, but soon as a n***a get that Here come the goons, trying to push your sh** back But not me, this time it's the other way around Now it's me behind the machine gunnin' your a** down You're all welcome [Chorus] - 2X [Robot] "Hi, I am your CEO, I am your friend" [Ea$y Money] It's funny how these rappers be thinking they're so hot But they have no guap, they're my little robots I am mister machine, you and I will make a team And we will get ourselfs, I mean myself alot of cream I'll get of anything, you'll be making me dumb funds In other words i'll be porking you in your bum bum You wanna get up out that ghetto that you come from Well make a decision, and don't make it a dumb one Think big, compromise your integrity And I promise one day you'll become a celebrity Trust me, I will never cross you like the letter "T" Now do everything I tell you, and just let it be I'll get you features and production from the bigshots And you will forever in debt if your sh** flops Commercialized, don't try and save hip-hop Matter fact, why don't you try something like Big Pop Or Jay-Z, all the records fly up off the shelf Just make sure that you sound like anybody, but yourself It's just the nature of the buisness, don't be mad at it Now a make hit before I drop you like a bad habbit [Chorus] - 3X