Fame for President

[Intro] It’s Lil’ Fame motherfucker [Hook] I address the nation To all my people, y’all kept impatient Go on if I kept you waitin’ I’m gone, where’s my destination But right now [Verse 1] Native New Yorker Al Sharpton in a sweatsuit walking with the people behind me It’s Brownsville, nigga, grimy Plus, on top of that I never lose focus ‘cause the people remind me You know how many slugs we tossed, how many bullets we ducked How many niggas we lost, how many niggas’ asses we mashed out Man motherfuck a nigga that’s rapping about how much money he got in his account Keep it classic I do what I want to, clown you bastards [?], who’s your favorite uncle This is the repercussions when you put Marco with a marksman Be cautious, we [?] And yeah I smoke a lot But don’t test ‘em I get this bitch shot the fuck up like a old Western This is Port Authority for the majority And niggas right now . . [Hook] [Verse 2] Marco Polo, show ‘em how it’s done This the woods of South Hampton, niggas get sliced into pork chops Until my fork stop, I stab you in your mind Fuck the latest, I’m the greatest of all time [?] they call Michael I tell your favorite rapper to his face “we don’t like you” World star masher, I’m out before the lights out And after that, whoop the hype man’s ass This is rock for the people, Fam’s out for the people This ain’t that microwave shit that brainwash the people Anytime I’m up in the booth I be talking some shit You better put a taller [?] on that bitch I’m fly as a 747, I lay that bitch on the Arctic And walk out holdin’ my nuts like it’s nothing Disgusting! Hood Port Authority for the majority My niggas [Hook]