Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fame, artist - Evidence. Date of issue: 26.09.2011
Song language: English
Fame |
| Uh, and never changed my lane |
| I came in the game, one shot away from fame |
| Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame |
| 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 bullshit, somethin I can do without |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas receive is crowns for the ways |
| Marc' |
| 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 |
| Ye-yeah, uh, yo. |
| Enter the game, I was 14 |
| Little-ass nigga 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 classes |
| Fuckin 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-ass 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 |
| 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 |