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Fame

2Pac (feat. Kadafi, Kastro, Young Noble & Napoleon)

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"Fame." - 2Pac (feat. Kadafi, Kastro, Young Noble & Napoleon)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:19 pm

Album: Better Dayz

Track No: 07

And my **** say, we want the fame, come on
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
Though we exist to breathe some believe currency comes to G's
Stresses after battle, with success comes greed
They got me hot when they shot me
Plotted my revenge to increase my ends
Enemies getting dropped
Win or lose, red or blue, we must all stay true
Play the game, ****, never let the game play you
And for the fame, **** change fast, that's a shame
What's the game, lost souls? Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane, I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded, searching for refinement
Cursed, I know death follows me but I murder him first
And worse yet, with each breath, steps I take, breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes, toast with crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards with a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them, blast it
Wrapped in plastic, bullshitting got his ass hit
Ain't nothing left now, treated like a stepchild was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches be rocking beats, faking fame
Block run and shoot slugs
We throw 'em back like hardballs without the gloves
No love for these fake desperadoes and thugs I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out their blunts, sipping Henney
Drunk nights and hot days, cocking my heat, shooting it sideways
A wife on the run, full of common blunts
Unconditionally married to my gun
Fulfilling my destiny on needs and one's desires
Be pulling all my cabbage like pliers, stuck in the trance
Searching for something higher than fortune and fame
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
Searching for fortune and fame
Lost in the rain, a loss of the game, but life is the cost of the game
We forcing the change, mother fuck flossing the chain
All of the blame belongs to the part of the brain
That we never use, ****, plus my heart is in pain
And if I ever lose, homie, bet I'm at it again
Outlaws don't die, so united we stand
And if family come before all the fortune and fame
As I walk up in the crib late, to rest my head
Say some rhymes to the angels, hope they bless my bed
Hope they bless me the righteous way
Got a homie locked down, outta town, I sent him a kite today
Man, that hate in your heart, you need to cleanse it, dog
Praying for my downfall and I can sense it, dog
I was passed down the street fame like glock locks and keep aim
Was raised up with a clock box and I ran with the local street gang
They say the light is faded, will still shine in the dark
You coulda easy been a man but you's a boy in your heart
And that's some game that I got from generation of game
In the road of life, dog, we need to switch up lanes, think about it
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
I can't complain, I've seen my fair share of the fame
It won't change me, now I've got this piece of change
I feel strange, I got so used to the hood
That when I finally got out, at first it ain't feel good
I was just a baby, still retarded from slavery
When we struggle to shovel shit, ain't nobody save me
Ghetto ain't made me, I made myself
Poverty raised me, think it ain't no help
I pray for my health, my mind, and my family too
State of myself, my grind, and my family crew
Where one hand watches the other
No, we ain't blood, but we still real brothers
The struggle is real, nothing can steal what we build
When that remains the same till the day that we killed and that's real
Life I was aimed to be
Loved by my family tree, that's fame to me, how 'bout it?
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

Writer(s): Kastro, Young Noble, Napoleon, 2Pac, Tyrone Wrice & Yafeu Fula.

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