Zlender - Fame Monster lyrics

[Verse 1: ModernWarNegro] Most young black men ain't got no father So they throw a fit, I had one And to my face he told me I ain't sh** This when he is young, you not a f**ing fifth Barely started my life but my veins already been chill Lil sis ask mom bout when big bro and her niece She 3 we never met feel like a spot in hell just for me But this fame sh** ecstasy, this tunnel vision by all means I just pray that my army don't make me lose touch but all beings Tryna be a one percenter till had to make a motherf**er had to lose his touch So focused on touching paper forget to touch the people you love Ain't no double a rehab a n***a team pa** for this drug Ain't no backup your backup come living in the back of a pickup truck What else come with this sh** for everyone Social media got every man women and child thinking they tough, and it's foul So don't worry about my whereabouts and what I'm worried about Matter of fact why yo a** up out my house n***a [Hook: G0LDEN G and ModernWarNegro] Lot of sacrifices when you wanna be home That's why we go hard, every single song could never do wrong No excuses play the cards like a project But play your newest friends dealing with this Fame Monster [Verse 2: G0LDEN G] I often wonder if the big shot life is right for me, I know alotta Famous artists would say write for me Sometimes I wonder if there is a mrs right for me Or just a bunch b**hes on theres tinders Swiping right for me I'm young poppin, Young non stoppin, Young Mozel Tov, But I'm not Aubrey, Young k**em off and then ice a body like Sidney Crosby, No pity probably, Young name's hotter , Fame Monster, ( Tryna stay modest as the dames Holler,) Young game scholar, study this sh** like I ain't got it, when my ink on it, view count sky Rockets, like James Harden, Still mobbin with Mansell and James often, ain't changed momma got the same problems, But this rap sh** my outlet and fames callin, one day your whole view point will change promise My aims flawless I'm Hawk eye So Hawk eye now the hot guy To the popular b**hes who walked by, This is not High, The feelin I get when I'm on mics, that I got life, and them jock guys, supping pop eyes, now popeyes when I drop rhymes (Ahhh) Friends made, and friends fade like good jumpshots, jus showin ya'll I'm the same Before this fame sh** has done lots I'm done talkin.. [Hook x2]