(b real)
So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live long
A big house, fine cars, to be in charge
Comin up in the world, dont trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
B real:
I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up
Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
Its funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin with it
Nevertheless
You got to go for the gusto but you dont know
About the blood, sweat and tears
And losing some of your fears
And losing some of yourself to the years past
Gone by
Hopefully it dont manifest
For the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac
Dont know how to act
48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack
Sign the deal, thinks hes gonna make a mil
But never will til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
Come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who dont know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way
Still trapped in what you rapping about
Tell me what happened when you lost
The route you took started collapsing
No fans no fame no respect no change no women
And everybody shittin on your name
Chrous x2
Sen: (only in rock version)
You ever have big dreams of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look trendy
In the bentley, be a snob and never act friendly
You wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happends to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be ok
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never give full to the fullest
Thats while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everythings fine in the big time
See me in my lex with chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far
And live large
It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star
X2
B real:
My own son dont know me
Im chillin in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God Im with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video didn't show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by sony
Im in the middle like mony
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
Theyre too worried about them honies at the paladium (a venu in la)
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on, fall off, the hoes roll on
Til the next rap/rock superstar
With no shame
Give em a year, hell be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him
Assured him, this ain't easy take it from weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)
Whispered: assassins, assassins
X2
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