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From Here to Fame (feat. YZ)

Aim

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Aim - From Here To Fame Feat. YZ
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aim
Aim
Performer
YZ
YZ
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Turner
A. Turner
Songwriter
A. Hill
A. Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Christian
Steve Christian
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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?
Writer(s): Andrew Turner, Anthony Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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