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letra de die 4 fame - finnlay

[chorus: finnlay & yung god ro]
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
i told them to stay in their lane (what)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
i told them to stay in their lane (stay there)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
i told them to stay in their lane (what)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
they told me— yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[refrain: finnlay & yung god ro]
made this whole album so i could talk to myself (ooh)
look at the future, saw somebody else (yeah)
look in the past and he asked for the source (yeah)
i told him to figure it out for himself (yeah)
i told him he should drop all his wealth
drop all the fakes, ’cause when they stick for the clout (sh-t)
you know i be asking for shouts
yeah, but they don’t even listen to me (oh, oh, oh)
i already dissed you twice, what a waste of time (yeah)
bin there done that, we movin’ like bikes (yeah)
got to thank my brother for handin’ me the mic (yeah)
got to thank god for giving me life (on god)

[chorus: finnlay & yung god ro]
they told me to die for fame (what)
i told them to stay in their lane (stay there)
they told me to die for fame (yeah, for what)
i told them to stay in their lane (stay in their lane)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
i told them to stay in their lane (stay)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
they told me— yeah (yeah, uh, f-ck)
they told me to die for fame
i told them to stay in their lane (stay there)
they told me to die for fame
i told them to st—
[verse: finnlay & yung god ro]
the money ain’t make you rich
still make you a b-tch (ooh)
so small, make you feel like a tick
but your name still not on my list (nah)
chattin’ sh-t, better hop off my d-ck (ooh)
and your b-tch tryna get lit (ooh)
don’t even have bands ’cause the money you spend
movie cash flow, now it’s ended (yes sir)
you pretendin’, props
you growin’ my name like it’s crops (mmm)
keep it better, can’t stop, uh
uh, stay away from me, you an opp (stay)
yeah, get away, ’bout to get dropped
or your p-ssy ass gonna get popped
so stop, b-tch, just f-ckin’ stop

[refrain: finnlay]
made this whole album so i could talk to myself
look at the future, saw somebody else
look in the past and he asked for the source
i told him to figure it out for himself
i told him he should drop all his wealth
drop all the fakes, ’cause when they stick for the clout
you know i be asking for shouts
yeah, but they don’t even listen to me
i already dissed you twice, what a waste of time
bin there done that, we movin’ like bikes
got to thank my brother for handin’ me the mic
got to thank god for giving me life
[chorus: finnlay & yung god ro]
they told me to die for fame (die for fame)
i told them to stay in their lane (stay there)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
i told them to stay in their lane (what?)
they told me to die for fame (yeah)
i told them to stay in their lane (yeah)
they told me to die for fame
i told them to stay in their lane
they told me- yeah

[outro]
i love fdb

- finnlay

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