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letra de f.a.m.e gets the money - space city

[verse 1: f.a.m.e]

uh, rose gold felon
bold nosed legend
one drop of this spit venom and you’ll be in seventh heaven
never to be a peasant
cause my pressence
is an essence of fluorescent anti depressent
make you blow up like destruction of m-ss weapons
and surprise you like christmas presents
now dont let this adolescent
teach yall grown folks a lesson
get the message
cause if you didn’t get the first this is the second
this loud mouth kid is going to need a suppresant
receiving dope doses
head of command
giving commandments like moses
entering psychosis
i’m a need a diagnosis
with focus dosage of fercioussness
feeling like royalty handing out golden roses
leave y’all half breathing
educated
agitated
i paid it
creative ain’t it
like a master made it
like a master made it

[verse 2: da grant]

check
i love it when you call me big poppa
the show stopper
the rhyme drop/ (laughs)..yo!
no brakes or intermission
24/7
keeping them listening
remember like the american pledge
it’s repet-tion
sentences i’m spitting
transition to life i’m living
this lemonade taste great
the lemons life has given and
too hot to stop
kind of like the bar-kays
no barricades in my way
or pauses/i could rhyme for days
and days and days and days and days
and days seem like i’m trapped in a maze
all y’all astounded and amazed
the listeners are weird
honestly i must say
every rapper mentions ’bout being paid (man)
dj chuck chillout said he hated sp-ce music
i’mma make him change his mind
cause i don’t know n0body who would
do it like i would
or how my brother f.a.m.e would
sp-ce city committee approves
and yo/we good
and yo/we good
and yo/we good

- space city

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