Chorus

Y’all dyin to be famous
Still doin the same shit
Y’all ain’t heard that was dangerous
Yo I heard that was dangerous


Parnhash

Write down life record it on a four track Tascam.
Hard to decipher like Rorschach’s masked man’s cat scan.
Lights, sounds horseback last stand.
Custer in the Badlands. Oscar in the trashcan.
From man’s hands tools are formed. You’ve been warned by this true to the core troubadour here to tune his chord.
And toot his horn.
Will people build structures to keep humans warm or paramilitary uniforms.
No peace accord. Use bombs or cuneiform? Use pens, or feud with swords? I was born a unicorn.
Hard to capture. Hang glide on my own wind pattern. Heart in rapture in this part of the chapter. I wanna own my masters. Fact is matter of tears mixed with laughter after jovial jubilee.
With more questions than answers like Jeopardy or jealousy.
I need fresh apple juice and celery in a world that celebrates Mickey and Mallory.
It’s cinematic nip and tuck. Haul heavy baggage in my mental pickup truck but can’t give it up.

Chorus

Y’all dyin to be famous
Still doin the same shit
Y’all ain’t heard that was dangerous
Yo I heard that was dangerous

Ryan-O'Neil

I wear my heart where My wrists at
I can’t lie nor deny the impact…
bloody sleeves and I’m quick to feel
Just put it in my art that’s the kick back
Every word out my jaw that I spit’s facts
Grown men tellin lies I don’t really get that
Whores for attention. Can’t fuk wit dem who
Need a backhand from a pimp named Slickback
Born different
How I look tryna fit in?
The glove won’t quite fit I lack digits
Been rigid to see through my vision
Started my business shit I’m too legit
Know that everything we drop is authentic
On point, but off centered…Off record
BNR ain't never reppin nothin tepid
Never forget it. yeah

Chorus

Y’all dyin to be famous
Still doin the same shit
Y’all ain’t heard that was dangerous
Yo I heard that was dangerous
Seen folks lose they self in it
And destroy they self image
Everybody tryna get the bag
Can't take it so you gotta spend it


Mandella

Dying to be famous, you done jump in front the bullet.
Screaming I don’t care. At least I did it to the fullest.
This post ain’t gone make me famous. Wait a minute, could it? Hmm? Well if that’s how you put it.
What would he wouldn’t do for a like or a look from you.
Asking for approval through a phone. “Is this good for you?”
Man you know this isn’t you. Jigga what jigga who, chewps, I cannot get jiggy with you jigaboos.
You done turned your own mom into an ultra meme.
First she cursed your ass out and got ultra mean.
Then she saw the views and got a couple hits of dopamine.
Now she ready for embarrassment like “what’s the show routine?”
You done sold your whole family for likes.
You done gave out trashy advice.
Red cap Black skin and you acting like you white.
Saw your video on phone and I had to sanitize it twice.
Yikes.

Chorus

Y’all dyin to be famous
Still doin the same shit
Y’all ain’t heard that was dangerous
Yo I heard that was dangerous
Seen folks lose they self in it
And destroy they self image
Everybody tryna get the bag
Can't take it so you gotta spend it