Claim to Fame

[Intro] Yeah Yeah J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League Yeah [Chorus] The ups, the downs, the highs, the lows The love, the hate, the love, the hate, the pain (Pain) You win, you lose, you lose, you win You win, you lose, it's all just part of the game (Game) You grind, you grind, you grind, you grind You grind, you shine, until you build a name You cap, you fake, you snake, until they need you Claim to fame [Verse 1] I been known lil' Jay, I used to go to school with him Lil' dirty niggas wasn't on shit Least two times a week, wore the same outfit Back when him and lil' Meat was on some same house shit Right across from the ball court, 616 Back when Rod had the Volkswagen rabbit, it was clean Him and Corey in that dusty blue Regal Barely kept gas in that motherfucker Headliner fallin' from the ceilin' Still act an ass in that motherfucker Now he talkin' all the bricks, I remember rocks, nigga All this motivation shit, what you think you Pac, nigga? You don't keep it one hundred, you don't rep the block, nigga We love you like our own, but now you just an opp, nigga Your lil' time runnin' out, you better check your watch, nigga I got a mixtape droppin', I'ma need a drop, nigga [Chorus] The ups, the downs, the highs, the lows The love, the hate, the love, the hate, the pain (Pain) You win, you lose, you lose, you win You win, you lose, it's all just part of the game (Game) You grind, you grind, you grind, you grind You grind, you shine, until you build a name You cap, you fake, you snake, until they need you Claim to fame [Verse 2] Yeah, look, look Seen him on BET the other day All that leather on like he Max Max or somethin' Real nigga always talkin' 'bout he real Then why the fuck I gotta come and ask for somethin'? Weren't for niggas like me, none of this would happen Whole entire world would've thought that boy was cappin' I'm a real nigga too, shit, I should've been th eone I am shinin' every day, shit, I should've been the sun I ain't gon' lie that boy used to get a bag Back when G Boy and Tone Capone used to get a half Hop in Brent car, you used to take it there his self Now he actin' all funny that he got a lil' wealth Nigga, you'll never be a legend like Biggie Nigga, you'll never have a billion like Diddy Nigga think he on top but he ain't went far Nigga, you just like us, nah, you ain't no star [Chorus] The ups, the downs, the highs, the lows The love, the hate, the love, the hate, the pain (Pain) You win, you lose, you lose, you win You win, you lose, it's all just part of the game (Game) You grind, you grind, you grind, you grind You grind, you shine, until you build a name You cap, you fake, you snake, until they need you Claim to fame