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    It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin
    That's the way it was way before all the scrappin
    Earned my fuckin props from the G's in the hood
    Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would
    Rollin the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowin up
    Time comin back sippin Henessey
    Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich
    And I had my pick of any fine bitch
    And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more
    Representin no matter who sets it on

    Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug shit
    I be bout my motherfuckin grip, nothin else
    gets between me and mine, just remember that
    Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game
    I'm tryin to get street fame

    "I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
    "I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"
    "I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
    "I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"

    [Big Syke]
    Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy
    I know they wish they never had me
    In and out of jail by twelve, failin out of school
    Cause I was livin by the street rules
    Hangin with hogs, droppin dawgs as a little loc
    I was gettin my respect but I was still broke
    Into the game and expanded to the cocaine

    Went from double-ups, to slangin them whole thangs
    Focused on my mail name ringin like a bell
    And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail
    Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control
    Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga)

    Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit
    They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit
    So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust, get yo' skull crushed
    Bitch-made niggaz know not to fuck with us

    Cause I'm livin on the edge, I'm blastin lead
    Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead
    So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city
    In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame

    [Chorus] - 2X

    [The Rated R]
    I'm a super star, made it by street fame
    I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game
    I know I'm on my way to hellll
    Ain't no yellow bricked road for all
    the niggas that I done smoked
    The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart
    Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car
    I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me
    That's the love you get, from the
    drunk one, you put in work see
    I'm a G with a gang of niggaz after
    Tryin to peal me, cause I smoked they homey
    What comes around goes around is what makes it worse
    I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse
    They don't stop stop til my casket drop drop
    Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die
    And it don't matter if I rap or plays
    Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame


    ".. made it by street fame"
    *repeat to the end*

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