Fame U-God (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro: U-God]
You know it's all about (fame, fame)
You know it's all about (fame)

[Verse 1: U-God]
I'm a winner in my book
Lean Cuisine in the kitchen, the fly cook
In the air like Kareem and the sky hook
Def juxt, my left hook
This is easy work
It's the mic mechanics, see the greasy shirt
This is easy perks
Photoshoot, stepped out of the chopper
My bitch know she cute
Manolo boots keep cussin' at the hustlers
How you gon' get loot, you're cussin' out the customers
No sales, you better have my cash
If the feds don't grab me, I got lots of plans
I'll need goals, the all-star cast
In the leading role, call it cruise control
Everything is shakable, everything is takable
No chinks in my armor, I'm feeling unbreakable
Swimming through the sharks tank, I'm top rank for the

[Hook: U-God]
(Fame)
For the (fame)
For the (fame)
For the (fame)
For the (fame)
For the (fame)