[Verse 1: Mopreme]
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin'
That's the way it was way before all the scrappin'
Earned my fuckin' props from the G's in the hood
Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would
Rollin' the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowin' up
Time comin' back sippin' Hennessy
Seventeen years old and I felt like a Don mad rich
And I had my pick of any fine bitch
And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more
Representin' no matter who sets it on
Street power, why you niggas flip and you thug shit
I be 'bout my motherfuckin' grip, nothin' else
Gets between me and mine, just remember that
Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game
I'm tryin to get street fame
[Hook: Mental Illness]
"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"
"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"
[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy
I know they wish they never had me
In and out of jail by twelve, failin' out of school
Cause I was livin' by the street rules
Hangin' with hogs, droppin' dawgs as a little loc
I was gettin' my respect but I was still broke
Into the game and expanded to the cocaine
Went from double-ups, to slangin' them whole thangs
Focused on my mail name ringin' like a bell
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
Everybody says he's sold and I'm outta control
Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga)
Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit
They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
So while I'm ballin' and kickin' up dust, get yo' skull crushed
Bitch-made niggas know not to fuck with us
Cause I'm livin' on the edge, I'm blastin' lead
Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead
So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city
In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin'
That's the way it was way before all the scrappin'
Earned my fuckin' props from the G's in the hood
Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would
Rollin' the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowin' up
Time comin' back sippin' Hennessy
Seventeen years old and I felt like a Don mad rich
And I had my pick of any fine bitch
And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more
Representin' no matter who sets it on
Street power, why you niggas flip and you thug shit
I be 'bout my motherfuckin' grip, nothin' else
Gets between me and mine, just remember that
Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game
I'm tryin to get street fame
[Hook: Mental Illness]
"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"
"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"
[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy
I know they wish they never had me
In and out of jail by twelve, failin' out of school
Cause I was livin' by the street rules
Hangin' with hogs, droppin' dawgs as a little loc
I was gettin' my respect but I was still broke
Into the game and expanded to the cocaine
Went from double-ups, to slangin' them whole thangs
Focused on my mail name ringin' like a bell
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
Everybody says he's sold and I'm outta control
Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga)
Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit
They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
So while I'm ballin' and kickin' up dust, get yo' skull crushed
Bitch-made niggas know not to fuck with us
Cause I'm livin' on the edge, I'm blastin' lead
Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead
So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city
In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame
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