[Mopreme] It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin That's the way it was way before all the scrappin Earned my fuckin props from the G's in the hood Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would Rollin the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowin up Time comin back sippin Henessey Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich And I had my pick of any fine bitch And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more Representin no matter who sets it on Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug shit I be bout my motherfuckin grip, nothin else gets between me and mine, just remember that Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game I'm tryin to get street fame [Chorus] I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar.., I'm a superstar.. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame [Big Syke] Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by twelve, failin out of school Cause I was livin by the street rules Hangin with hogs, droppin dawgs as a little loc I was gettin my respect but I was still broke Into the game and expanded to the cocaine Went from double-ups, to slangin them whole thangs Focused on my mail name ringin like a bell And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga) Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust, get yo' skull crushed Bitch-made niggaz know not to fuck with us Cause I'm livin on the edge, I'm blastin lead Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame [Chorus] - 2X [The Rated R] I'm a super star, made it by street fame I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hellll Ain't no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me That's the love you get, from the drunk one, you put in work see I'm a G with a gang of niggaz after Tryin to peal me, cause I smoked they homey What comes around goes around is what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse They don't stop stop til my casket drop drop Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die And it don't matter if I rap or plays Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame [Chorus] .. made it by street fame {*repeat to the end*}