SILENT LEAH - THE FAME SONG

Okay, alright now
Why every fake nigga gotta be angry?
Why does my voice have and gotta be crazy?
It's obvious I'm not used to myself
I don't even look at and mirror myself
Everything's fine, I am not spacing
Maybe my anxiety got me little shaky
I stay in my zone and not giving compliments
Not even no one cared 'bout my condolences
I have some cope with shit that I dealt with
Stay away, bitch, you don't want no death wish
Niggas be specialist, tryna be helpin'
But honestly, they be my peasant
I be a space queen but I am the Queen Bee
Dissing on Nicki Minaj with her fake 'B'
You act like you finna go off on me
But I have some personal problems on me so
Bitch, get out the way
This ain't WIN but you ain't gon' stay
Tryna be fake, tryna be funny
Niggas that deal with the haters, ain't gon' be no damn way
Fuck you, I know I bitch like a sailor
But you 'ready know I can't help it
The radio gonna be shook like a gun
You can hide but you can't run
Sippin' on drinks like I usually do
In a school, being cute
Complainin' 'bout Auri, you ain't a friend
You don't like me so why did you invite me in?
It's people I have to deal with on a daily
Comin' through, better look
Go on and look at me being so (Stop it)
That was my shit, done being 'xcused
That was hatred, that was mean
That was hatin', you so mean
You suck dick, kept my name in yo mouth
You was shit and took my papers all out
I wanna sign deals, get the money for labels
Money for singing, got my studio for later
I'ma star, I have bars
Not just that, I have scars
If you wanna go hiking, you better go get your brain sinked
'Cause if you on the bottom, I'm on top and I'm high, see?
Don't go fucking with me just 'cause I have so many icing
We just burned yo house down, signed by me, Olivie and Carleigh

Written by:
Auriana Dyer, Carleigh Stamper, Maxine Jenkins

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