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My God, I pray
My job, I bait
I lost my way
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Ya'll watch, I chase
High cost, my fate
I lost my way
Bitch, I just wanna be famous

Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
I want the glitz and the glamour
The people to clammer so fuck who I came with
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
I want the women, the money
You can't take it from me so fuck who I came with

Back on but I barely spit
My backbone is a jellyfish
I latch on to any rap song that might catch on 'cause I'm clearly lit
I lack tone and I barely hit
Ya'll cast stones but I'm fairly rich
If granted option, my pants are droppin'
My self respect? It does not exist
I call up my homie to vibe
I kiss him on Instagram live
Not 'cause I'm gay or I'm bi
But only because I wan't people to buy
I feed off of other's oppression
So I can get further to serve my progression
As far as my talent for rapping is lacking
I gotta do something to garner some traction
Is it contacts? Is it fake dreads?
Is it face tats? Should I take meds?
Is it diss tracks? Will I make bread?
I'ma call another rapper, they gon' shake heads
I got an idea for some glory
Let's insult each other on both of our stories
Go back and forth and get people to peep
And then we can both eat off of fictional beef
If that doesn't work, then I'll take off my shirt
My actions are purely vocational
My new occupation is giving advice
My fans think I'm so motivational
What I want is the biggest factor
Everything I do, I'm the benefactor
They try to force me to end this chapter
So I left and came back as a Christian rapper

My God, I pray
My job, I bait
I lost my way
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Ya'll watch, I chase
High cost, my fate
I lost my way
Bitch, I just wanna be famous

Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
I want the glitz and the glamour
The people to clammer so fuck who I came with
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
I want the women, the money
You can't take it from me so fuck who I came with

I never understood the culture
I don't come from it so I could, I'm vulgar
I pick and choose what I need to use
And what I feel translates into streams and views
I don't speak on political topics
Unless I benefit from the visual optics
And when I do, then it's surface deep
Then I apologize later through a worthless tweet (I'm sorry!)
I got a new devious plan
Dress up myself as the Ku Klux Klan
Rap for the folks in the hood, get 'em mad
Film it then run away as fast as I can
I don't care, I just want the attention
When it's all said and done, it'll help my ascension
When it's all said and done, it'll double my mentions
Send my career to another dimension
And did I mention, everything I do is for a look
I just started working on a book
Went from a kid on Nickelodeon
To cleaning bathrooms as a school custodian
Two long days on the job
Waiting for the moment I would take control
Dreams of a rap star, boy, I'm sold
Writing songs out of shit on the toilet bowl
Huh, did I gain your sympathy?
Galvanize fans for a strand of empathy?
Identify with my high potential?
Overlooked the fact I'm a modern day minstrel?
My new trick? Bag an IG chick
Flirt online and accidentally show my dick
I slipped up, some sort of a mix up
Shit, I don't give a fuck, it's driving my clicks up

Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
I want the glitz and the glamour
The people to clammer so fuck who I came with
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
I want the women, the money
You can't take it from me so fuck who I came with

My God, I pray
My job, I bait
I lost my way
Bitch, I just wanna be famous
Ya'll watch, I chase
High cost, my fate
I lost my way
Bitch, I just wanna be famous

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