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