Fame
2Pac Kadafi Kasbro Napoleon & Young Noble Lyrics

And my niggas say
My friends and companions express

We want the fame
We desire the recognition and notoriety

One thing we all adore
There is one aspect that we all admire and cherish

Something worth dying for
It is a cause or idea that is worth sacrificing our lives for

Nothing but pain
However, all we have experienced is suffering and hardship

Stuck in this game
We are trapped in this unforgiving environment

Searching for fortune and fame
We are constantly seeking wealth and recognition

Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to G's
Although we live and breathe, some people think that money naturally flows to those like us

Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)
The pressures and challenges that come after achieving success often lead to avarice

They got me hot when they shot me
I became furious when they attacked and wounded me

Plotted my revenge
I carefully devised a plan to seek retribution

To increase my ends
In order to amass greater wealth and success

Enemies gettin' dropped
I eliminate my adversaries

Win or lose
Regardless of the outcome

Red or blue
No matter the affiliation or alliance

We must all stay true
We must remain loyal and authentic

Play the game nigga
Engage in the competition, my friend

Never let the game play you
But ensure that you always have control over the game

And for the fame
And concerning the recognition and notoriety

Niggas change fast
People change rapidly

That's a shame
It's regrettable

What's the game
What is the true nature of this competition

Lost souls
Those without direction or purpose

Who controls our brain?
Who has power over our thoughts and decisions?

Who can I blame?
Who is accountable for these circumstances?

The world seems strange at times
The world appears peculiar and bewildering on occasion

Somewhat insane
Almost mad or irrational

I'm hoping we can change with time
I have faith that we can transform as time passes

I'm living blinded
I am existing without clear vision or understanding

Searching for refinement
Seeking improvement or enhancement

Curse, I know death follows me
I am cursed, as I am aware that death is constantly near me

But I murder him first
However, I always defeat death before it can claim me

And worse yet
Furthermore, even more troubling

With each breath
With every inhalation

Steps I take breathless
The actions I undertake leave me breathless

Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Is there a remedy for an ambitious person who seeks self-destruction?

Cigar ashes coaster crystal glasses
Cigar ashes, coasters, and crystal glasses

We mash on them jealous bastards
We overpower those envious individuals

With a ski mask
Wearing a mask to conceal our identities

I'm the first one to warn them
I am the initial person to caution them

Blast it
Shoot our weapons

Wrapped in plastic
Covered in plastic

Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Lying and deception caused him to be wounded

Ain't nothing left now
There is nothing remaining at this point

Treated like a stepchild
Treated with neglect or disdain

Was not for me
It was not suitable for me

Nothing but busters and bitches
Only deceitful and contemptible individuals

Be rocking beats
Creating and performing music

Fake in fame
Presenting a false image of success and recognition

Block run and shoot slugs
Engage in violent confrontations and use bullets as weapons

We throw them back like hardballs without the gloves
We retaliate strongly without any protection or restraint

No love for these fake desperados
No affection for these fraudulent and desperate individuals

And thugs I bleed to envy
And criminals, I bleed due to their jealousy

Smoke and blow out they blunts sipping Henney
Smoke marijuana and exhale the smoke, all while consuming Hennessy

Drunk nights and hot days
Intoxicated evenings and scorching daytime

Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
Holding my firearm and shooting it at an angle

A wife on the run
A partner evading capture by law enforcement

Full of common blunts
Deeply involved in smoking marijuana

Unconditionally married to my gun
Completely devoted to my firearm

Fulfillin' my destiny
Carrying out my predetermined fate

On knees and ones desires
Praying while having specific aspirations

Be pulling all my cabbage like priors
Earning a large sum of money, similar to what a prison inmate might do

Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
Trapped in a state of mind while seeking something greater

Fortune and fame
Wealth and recognition

Searching for fortune and fame
Continuously seeking wealth and recognition

Lost in the rain
Confused and disoriented

A lose of the game
A defeat in this competition

With life the cost of the game
Where life is the price to pay for participating in this competition

We forcing the change
We are compelling the transformation

Mother fuck flossing the chain
Damn those who flaunt their expensive jewelry

All the blame belongs to the part of the brain
The responsibility is attributed to the section of the mind

That we never use nigga
That we neglect to utilize, my friend

Plus my heart is in pain
Additionally, I am experiencing emotional distress

And if I ever lose homey
And if I ever fail, my friend

Bet I'm at it again
You can be sure that I will restart my endeavors

Outlaws don't die
Outlaws do not perish

So united we stand
Therefore, we remain together and strong

And if family come before all the fortune and fame
And if prioritizing family is more important than wealth and recognition

As I walk up in the crib laid to rest my head
As I enter my home to sleep

Say some rhymes to angels hope they bless my bed
Recite some verses to the celestial beings, hoping for their blessings

Hope they bless me the righteous way
Desiring to be blessed in a morally upright manner

Got a homie locked down outta town I sent him a kite today
I have a friend incarcerated in a distant location, so I sent him a message today

Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog
Friend, you need to rid yourself of the animosity within your heart

Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
Praying for my failure, and I can feel it, my friend

I was passed down the street fame
Success and recognition were inherited from the streets

Like glock clocked and keep aim
Similar to a loaded gun with the intention to shoot

Was raised up with a clock box
Brought up using a cassette player

And I ran with the local street gang
And I associated with the neighborhood gang

They say the light is faded
Some claim that the positivity and hope have dimmed

But still shine in the dark
Yet, we still radiate brightness in the midst of darkness

You can easy been a man
You could have easily become a mature adult

But you is a boy in your heart
But deep down, you are still immature

And that's some game that I got
And that is some wisdom that I possess

From generation of game
Passed down through generations

In the road of life dog
In the journey of life, my friend

We need to switch up lanes
We must change our course of action

I can't complain
I have no reason to voice dissatisfaction

I've seen my fair share of the fame
I have experienced a significant amount of recognition and success

It won't change me
However, it will not alter my character

Now I've got this piece of change
Now that I have acquired this sum of money

I feel strange
I feel unfamiliar and disconnected

I got so used to the hood
I became accustomed to the impoverished neighborhood

That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good
So, when I initially escaped that environment, it did not feel satisfying

I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
I was still mentally affected and hindered by the long-lasting effects of slavery

When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
When we went through hardships, no one came to my rescue

Ghetto ain't made me I made myself
The impoverished neighborhood did not shape me, I achieved success on my own

Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help
Growing up in poverty, I believed that there was no assistance available

I pray for my health my mind and my family too
I offer prayers for my well-being, sanity, and also for my loved ones

State of myself my grind and my family crew
The condition of my being, my perseverance, and my family members

Where one hand watches the other
Where one person protects and supports another, and the favor is returned

No we ain't blood
Although we are not biologically related

But we still real brothers
We are still true and loyal companions

The struggle is real
The hardship and difficulties are genuine

Nothing can steal what we build
No one can take away what we have constructed

And that remains the same
And that fact does not change

Till that day we killed
Until the day we perish

And that's real
And that is the truth

Life that I was aimed to be
The life that I was destined to have

Love by my family tree
Affection from my relatives

That's fame to me
That is the essence of fame, according to my understanding