text: Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah
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  Woah, woah 
  Woah, woah, woah 
  Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah 
  A lot of money bring a lot of problems 
  Aint no way that I can solve them all 
  Im the one that they be calling on 
  I’m the one that they be calling 
  Keep it real regardless 
  All that stabbing in my back, it made me heartless 
  When you getting money you a target 
  I was real way before I bought a Rari 
  I was real from the start and thats on God, yеah 
  Want my heart, then you gotta play your part, yeah 
  Streets cold, they done left a nigga scarred, yeah 
  I took my war wounds and turned them into some art 
  I took the pain and I turned it to ambition
  If I aint had the fame, would you still love me? 
  Aint have a dollar to my name, would you still love me? 
  If I was a lame, would you still fuck me? 
  If I aint have a chain, would you still fuck me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  On the road a lot, my momma say Im distant 
  Said she miss our conversations in the kitchen 
  Said she miss her baby boy, I know I’m trippin 
  Man, the fame got a nigga like different 
  I got shot, I wish they would have never hit me 
  R.I.P. to Johnny B ’cause he was with me 
  We gon pull up on your block and let the sticks speak 
  When Im gone, real niggas gon miss me 
  I ain’t with the rap beef, nigga miss me 
  Fuck around and lose your life tryna diss me 
  I just left from of of Slauson, where the Crips be 
  Im a starter, I cant let a nigga bench me 
  If I aint had the fame, would you still love me? 
  If I aint have a name, would you still love me? 
  Asked my bitch if I was lame, would she still fuck me? 
  I ask my bitch if I was lame, would she still fuck me? 
  Carbon 1.5, I cant let you touch me 
  And I kept it real way before the money 
  Keep banana clips, nigga, like a monkey 
  All my niggas hungry and you look like lunch meat 
  Yeah, yeah, straight up out the gutter, dawg 
  Never put a bitch before my brother, dawg 
  I was eating noodles, we were struggling, dawg 
  Now I spend a thousand on a sweater, dawg 
  If I aint had a fame, would you still love me? 
  Aint have a dollar to my name, would you still love me? 
  If I was a lame, would you still fuck me? 
  If I aint have a chain, would you still fuck me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  Would you still love me? 
  A lot of money bring a lot of problems
  Aint no way that I can solve them all
  Im the one that they be calling on
  Im the one that they be calling