Famous Kerser

[Intro]
Seem my dreams won't go away
So it's more like a nightmare
Keeping me up all night
Like a nightmare
It's taking over my mind
My desire
Burns inside, like a flame
And it can't and it won't be contained
'Cos I gotta be... famous

[Chorus]
You don't really want the fame though
You don't really want the fame no!

[Verse 1]
They heard a shot fired
Another shot fired
You driving in a race, spinning with a popped tire
And you've been pushed by the radios element
I'm the first fucking rapper to make the radio irrelevant
Fuck the mainstream, I don't need a handout
There's something about the aura of the Kers because I stand out
4 cunts cruising high in a range rover
Yelling ABK, tell these rappers game over!
I've been working, probably find me in the studio
At the top, and my whole fucking crew can flow
The proof is there, we the team at the top
I'm a sniper with the raps so you [?] to pop
I've been killing shit for years
You know spitting insane raps
From a town where cunts are on the rocks like the train tracks
If time moves quick, shouldn't life try to keep up
Instead of being slaves to the system you in deep fuck