Roc Marciano - Fame lyrics

[Produced by Charli Brown Beatz] [Intro: Evidence] I came in the game, one shot away from fame ("Fame!") Uh, and never changed my lane I came in the game, one shot away from fame Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame [Evidence] I pop up in my lane Watch how I do the same to the same knock So whatchu sayin? It ain't a game Big Ben tell the same time that the watch tell on my frame ...Went from doin what it's doin To movin units like an ancient ruin who's influenced ...The note was sent to me (Castles Made of Sand) fall in the sea eventually I'm on some hard to kick the winner route Everytime that I'm late, there's more to pen about I mean write about, thinkin 'bout movin out You ain't caught the kid live, then you losin out One thing I learn, you can't rule 'em out Keep the fame, I take the subduer route Or Slick Rick the Ruler route Politics and bullsh**, somethin I can do without [Hook: Evidence] I came in the game, one shot away from fame ("Fame!") Uh, and never changed my lane I came in the game, one shot away from fame Fame, fame, fame... I came in the game, one shot away from fame ("Fame!") Uh, and never changed my lane I came in the game, one shot away from fame Fame, fame, fame, fame... [Roc Marciano] Fame, flush 'caine down the drain Laid down game, stayed out the cage Trey pounds that bang, Greyhounds are taken out of state Feds are stakin out at my estate Steakhouse we eat, couches is suede Hounds is house-trained, ounces is shaved Base trials is hanged, thousands are made Praise is downplayed, the powder is weighed (c'mon) Cowards is slayed, pals bought flowers to graves Pigs searches for houses to raid (whoa!) Clouded days, power's just hours away I'm so close, why now would I wait? (why?) The time is now and it's ours to waste Victory sweet, devour the taste Full-length minks is down by the waist Jewels n***as receive is crowns for the ways Marc' [Hook] [Prodigy] Ye-yeah, uh, yo.. Enter the game, I was 14 Little-a** n***a with a dream to be seen on the screen 40s' and mad weed, meth tabs and acid I carried my guns in school and skipped cla**es f**in girls backstage in the auditorium While you was hittin the books, I was hittin shorty up Lost in my own world, young-minded hoodlum Plottin on the fame, yeah I'mma make a name for myself And my team, Mobb Deep is the gang Fit'ta bang on ya head if you blockin the way To the light at the end of this black-a** tunnel Man I'm addicted to trouble, man I'm a whole 'nother level with drama Check the doppler, it's gon' rain shanks Dark clouds follow me everyday.. Man I could NEVER get enough of this celebrity power I could NEVER get enough for the fame [Hook]