Correction Lyrics A Friend a Fan a Kid by Bobby Feeno

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Song called already...called Fortune & Fame...umm
And it's like, the hook goes...
Something we all have done, it's the one thing worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for Fortune & Fame
Something we all have done, it's the one thing worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game, searching for Fortune & Fame, that's what...
...she was saying how this group of guys was talking at a barbeque and they was...she was listening to them, like, like, it's amazing the way that they look to you, it's amazing, like...I'm like, I know him, and they look to you as this mythical character, and this... and this inspiration and hope

When the line between brothers and enemies getting blurred
Some sh*t just should never occur
You had my word, but words is losing merit, for sure
You out in Paris, secure
You keep grinding, you'll inherit the Earth
That's what they sell it like, but I never knock progression
Not the jealous type
Man, you living your dream, that sh*t is hella' tight
But you can call me back, n***a
Remember when I had your back, n***a
In fact I think you owe me a few
You ain't holdin' me down
What kind of hollywood sh*t got has got a hold of you now?
You sell your soul to them folks
They ain't know you was broke?
They don't know you a n***a?
They don't know that you smoke?
And now you hide it, and fight it
And all you say you provide it, but you know n***as indicted
And plus the hood is divided
Swear we was all excited, 'til you decided to change
But I promise I ain't doing the same, still got love for you

Yeah, I said, I am a new slave
At this point obviously I'm a slave to my pa**ion, I'm a slave to my mission
It's funny you drive in a Maybach, past a homeless person, and you ask, "who's more free?"
You could be trapped to your (to your) possessions, every (every) body say that your last name is Jones, and you tryna' keep up with all of them

You used to be better
Man, you used to be bad
You was my favorite player, you just lost you a fan
'cause now you think you the man
That money got to your head
Them women got to your bed
Plus you ain't making it spread
You just an arrogant punk, that's just lucky you jump and run better than most, your whole image a hoe
Yo paycheck not earned, those figures are gross
And do not say a word, you n***as is jokes
Just perform for the crowd and muzzle your mouth
Break yo neck, while I sit here on this comfortable couch
All of ya'll are the same, just wanna scuffle and shout
And what the f**k you gonna do when all your muscles run out?
And all that money is gone, 'cause you just threw it away
You won't be smiling then
What are you gonna say?
And what are you gonna do?
And where are you gonna go?
It's probably something you knew
I still thought you should know, that I got love for you

Mama crying a lot
Where have you been?
We live in two different spots, when will I see you again?
My baby brother is here
He always follows me around
Like, remember poppa, you know what he sound like
I did this painting in school, it was my family tree
My family painted in brown, and all standing with me
One house on the left, another house on the right
Three dogs, all together but not one of them fight
Poppa I drew you a cape, 'cause you a hero to us
I hate you always away, doing heroic stuff
That's why I drew you like that
That's why you up in the sky
What type of superhero is that if he doesn't fly?
Don't understand everything, I know one day I will
And what I do?
Trust me poppa, Im'ma say how I feel
You say you miss me when you see me
And you kiss me with a hug
But let go dad, you startin' to bug
But I got love for you

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