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Almost Famous Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Ward]

Yeah

You know it's been a real rollercoaster for us real ones

The ups, the downs, the all arounds

Just glad we still on solid grounds

No lie

But really just thankful that

We haven't lost our sanity, integrity, nor honesty along the way

Cause you know we been grinding so hard for so long

Oh, and you know man, I appreciate what you did what you did

What you did that time I needed to do what I needed to do

For real, for real

But just get at me though, you know it's love

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

And this can't be life, shit

The last 17 years I done hustled 'til I damn near lost my mind

But I'm a hustler, got to get it by any means

From a park bench to a television screen

From the dirty third, but I'd rather be clean

You know what I mean

And this can't be right, shit

The last 17 years, I was fierce

That's just how hard I grind

Never been a customer

But they pay me like I am

Like I ain't got bills and got to take care of the fam

Bunch of janky promoters just like lil Samm

Got damn

I got so much beef, I can chew that shit

Being real, y'all don't even know how to do that shit

And everybody got something to say about me

Stop cursing so much and smoking all that weed

I think Trae hate my guts, I can deal with that

All I'm worried 'bout is where hundred dollar bills is at

RIP to Dougie D, T. Jones, I'm fed up

We ain't speaking, so I hope homie can keep his head up

It's fucked up[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Oh my God

Why this shit so hard?

Graveyards and prison bars

That's what you get when you almost famous

Yeah

Crooked record deals

Devils in high heels

Sometimes I can't pay bills

That's how it is when you almost famous

Yeah

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]

My fans think I got it made, they see all this ice

But it ain't from rapping, it come from shooting all this dice

I be like fuck my life

Cause this ain't the way I want it to go

I know I'm hopeless, homie, but I don't want it to show

Fuck a relationship, bitch, I don't want it to grow

Playing green, I don't want you, all I want is the dough

It's kind of hard being a father to my kids

With my baby mama steady calling me a bitch

I see my ribs, I think I'm ready to eat

Tryin' to survive off of scraps like a dog in the streets

It's okay, cause I know the good Lord can see

All these obstacles and traps they be setting for me

I know I should be on BET

But I'm damn still in the hood, wishing niggas would

Cause I'm almost famous

Bitch, I don't fuck with you

Eat a dick

That's what you and the attorney general can do[Chorus: Z-Ro]

Oh my God

Why this shit so hard?

Graveyards and prison bars

That's what you get when you almost famous

Yeah

Crooked record deals

Devils in high heels

Sometimes I can't pay bills

That's how it is when you almost famous

Yeah