Raf Riley - The Fame lyrics

I can either k** it or k** it, tough decision Either way I'm on point, self-precision I'll probably specify the specifics just so you don't miss em I know they say talk's cheap, can the deaf afford to listen though? I think not I came to tear sh** up, not to get ripped off Trust me, I'mma meek these mills till I'm Rick Ross I grew up on rap, it's in my genes, I'm Kriss Kross Oh sh**, that's a throwback She give me neck, that's a chokeslam I remember having no fans, just like talking to yourself about your own plans f** the fame, feed the whole fam cause Feed the whole fam cause In the dark all you think about showing Maybe learn the hard way, going ins and outgoing They say I'm going in and outgoing but I'm focused Cause I'm way too scared of getting big without growing I'll quick and I'll slow it cause the flow's God-given n***as tryna be great but that's so not Britain It's a dog-eat-dog world with a whole lot of b**hes But I can put you on a line with a whole lot of kitten I scope from a distance and shoot for the stars Our solar eclipsedom is due A picture from my b**h had me in the car dashing to her crib Cause she looking like Kim in them nudes She fell in love with the lyrics, so we can keep close from a distance Baby