| I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
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| Looking in the mirror, dreaming about blowin' up
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| The rock crowds. |
| Make money. |
| Chill with the honeys
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| Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
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| Shit, it’s funny how impossible dreams manifest
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| And the games that be comin' with it
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| Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
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| But you don’t know about the blood, sweat, and tears and
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| Losin' some of your peers
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| And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
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| Hopefully it don’t manifest for the wrong guy
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| Egomaniac and the brainiac don’t know how to act
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| Shit, it’s deep
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| 48 track studio gangsta mack sign the deal
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| Think he’s gonna make a mil but never will
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| 'Til he crosses over, still
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| Fillin' your head with fantasies
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| Come with me
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| Show the sacrifice it takes to make the G’s
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| You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz
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| And take shit from people who don’t know what it is
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| I wish it was all fun and games
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| But the price of fame is high
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| And some can’t pay the way
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| Still trapped in
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| What you rappin' about?
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| Tell me what happened when you lost clout?
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| The route you took started collapsing
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| No fans. |
| No fame. |
| No respect. |
| No change. |
| No women and
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| Everybody shits on your name
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| So you wanna be a rock superstar?
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| And live large
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| A big house. |
| Five cars. |
| You’re in charge
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| Comin' up in the world
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| Don’t trust nobody got a look over your shoulder constantly
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| To be a rock superstar
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| And live large
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| A big house. |
| Five cars. |
| You’re in charge
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| Comin' up in the world
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| Don’t trust nobody got a look over your shoulder constantly
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| You ever have big dreams? |
| Of makin' real cream?
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| Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
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| You wanna look trendy in the Bentley
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| Be a star band, never act friendly
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| You wanna have big fame
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| Let me explain what happens to these stars and their big brains
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| First they get played like all damn day
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| Long as you sell everything will be ok
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| Then you get dissed by the media and fans
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| Things never stay the same way they began
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| I heard that some never get fooled to the fullest
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| That’s why fools end up dining on a bullet
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| Think everything’s fine in the big time
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| See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
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| So you roll far and live large
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| That ain’t all that goes with being a rock star
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| So you wanna be a rock superstar?
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| And live large
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| A big house. |
| Five cars. |
| You’re in charge
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| Comin' up in the world
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| Don’t trust nobody got a look over your shoulder constantly
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| To be a rock superstar
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| And live large
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| A big house. |
| Five cars. |
| You’re in charge
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| Comin' up in the world
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| Don’t trust nobody got a look over your shoulder constantly
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| My own son don’t know me
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| I’m chillin' in a hotel room, lonely
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| But I thank God I’m with my homies
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| But sometimes I wish I was back home
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| But only no radio or video’s gonna show me no love
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| They’re phony
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| Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
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| I’m in the middle like Malcolm
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| And the press say that my own people disown me
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| And best way back is to keep your head straight
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| Never inflate the cranium
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| They’re too worried about the honeys at the Palladium
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| They just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
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| Go on fall off, you pricks fall off
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| To the next rock superstar with no shame
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| Give him a year and they’ll be right out the game
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| The same as the last one who came before him
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| Gained fame started getting' ignored
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| I warned him
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| Asured him: this ain’t easy
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| Take it from weazy
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| See, people want to be so cheesy
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| They’re fucking lethal
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| So you wanna be a rock superstar?
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| And live large
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| A big house. |
| Five cars. |
| You’re in charge
|
| Comin' up in the world
|
| Don’t trust nobody got a look over your shoulder constantly
|
| To be a rock superstar
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| And live large
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| A big house. |
| Five cars. |
| You’re in charge
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| Comin' up in the world
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| Don’t trust nobody got a look over your shoulder constantly |