From Here to Fame Songtext
von Aim feat. YZ
From Here to Fame Songtext
Who getting money with me,
Who aint sitting on their ass,
Who aint waiting for somebody to come and show him the path.
Eyes wide alive looking for the leaders,
Do you think it′s really wise if government formers? defeat us.
Think about it
Ask yourself
Yo are they crooks,
If they gonna keep a secret would they show you the book.
And take a second look
Ask yourself
Your own questions
Aint no need for second guessing
When it comes from this lesson.
'Cause if they shut it off today Who′s gonna stay,
This shits for real and it aint a play
To take 'a?" babies away.
It could be the last days
But some brains on vacation,
And just because you aint here
Do you want it to be the end of civilisation.
Maybe your kids can rule this nation
Stop your brain from free-basing.
Yo why you lacing?
You got your education,
You can make a change
You can make a difference when this shit aint strange.
So why you claiming fame?
You can do it
You can work your way through it.
Don't know if you knew it.
But waters can flow like fluid
Or can be stiff as a brick
Which is it? Whats the lick,
If you had to pick, which pick,
Would make your style sick.
Make you more legit.
Make it your time to shine
You better do it quick before I make your time mine.
My light shine, illuminate grey state to state?
I find "pray?" like the earthquake
But wait -- theres more.
Assure you I can endure
I own land without rap
While most rappers are poor.
This aint a dis
This is some real shit
You deal with it
Problem is, you use your heart to kill shit. I feel with it.
You need to quit it, that child shit
I′m sodick???,
Your ego wont let you admit
You aint wicked.
You aint the killer upon?? try to explain
And fuck you rappers that aint true to the game.
So why you claiming fame?
You had it all,
You got it worked out,
Got a deegree,
Still got murked out.
Safe your trips way down south
You′re from up north.
Now your beds soft, sleep in it.
He shot you in your face,
You're a?????????
Now how you plan to end it.
Oh Death dont know no name,
And everybody mention you at the basketball game.
They say you play for the team and you had nice hands.
Not to mention all the ladies loved you up on the stands.
Now they mention your scandal and how you moving scale.
How could you do your mother wrong and say you going to hell.
I dont believe it,
Why do they do your name like that,
If anybody was heading for fame it was you Black.
Its a tough life we′re living,
To all my people locked up or missing,
Death don't know shame, I hope you′re listening
Its your life, live it
Do your thing, watch your pivot
Only you know the path, what is it?
Was you claiming fame?
Who aint sitting on their ass,
Who aint waiting for somebody to come and show him the path.
Eyes wide alive looking for the leaders,
Do you think it′s really wise if government formers? defeat us.
Think about it
Ask yourself
Yo are they crooks,
If they gonna keep a secret would they show you the book.
And take a second look
Ask yourself
Your own questions
Aint no need for second guessing
When it comes from this lesson.
'Cause if they shut it off today Who′s gonna stay,
This shits for real and it aint a play
To take 'a?" babies away.
It could be the last days
But some brains on vacation,
And just because you aint here
Do you want it to be the end of civilisation.
Maybe your kids can rule this nation
Stop your brain from free-basing.
Yo why you lacing?
You got your education,
You can make a change
You can make a difference when this shit aint strange.
So why you claiming fame?
You can do it
You can work your way through it.
Don't know if you knew it.
But waters can flow like fluid
Or can be stiff as a brick
Which is it? Whats the lick,
If you had to pick, which pick,
Would make your style sick.
Make you more legit.
Make it your time to shine
You better do it quick before I make your time mine.
My light shine, illuminate grey state to state?
I find "pray?" like the earthquake
But wait -- theres more.
Assure you I can endure
I own land without rap
While most rappers are poor.
This aint a dis
This is some real shit
You deal with it
Problem is, you use your heart to kill shit. I feel with it.
You need to quit it, that child shit
I′m sodick???,
Your ego wont let you admit
You aint wicked.
You aint the killer upon?? try to explain
And fuck you rappers that aint true to the game.
So why you claiming fame?
You had it all,
You got it worked out,
Got a deegree,
Still got murked out.
Safe your trips way down south
You′re from up north.
Now your beds soft, sleep in it.
He shot you in your face,
You're a?????????
Now how you plan to end it.
Oh Death dont know no name,
And everybody mention you at the basketball game.
They say you play for the team and you had nice hands.
Not to mention all the ladies loved you up on the stands.
Now they mention your scandal and how you moving scale.
How could you do your mother wrong and say you going to hell.
I dont believe it,
Why do they do your name like that,
If anybody was heading for fame it was you Black.
Its a tough life we′re living,
To all my people locked up or missing,
Death don't know shame, I hope you′re listening
Its your life, live it
Do your thing, watch your pivot
Only you know the path, what is it?
Was you claiming fame?
Writer(s): Andrew Turner, Anthony Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
