So you wanna be a rap superstar, and live large

a big house, 5 cars, tha rent charged

comin' up in the world, don't trust no body

gotta look over your shoulder constantly



I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up

looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up

the rap crowd, make money, chill with the honeys

sign autographs or whatever the people want from me

it's 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 peers

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 he's 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 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 cant 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



you ever have big dreams of making real cream

big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream

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-acapo