Fame is in the eye of the fan/
To those that know me I am the man/
To those saying homie I am just fam/
But if you don't know me you wouldn't understand
Talk about a real mind fuck when you sit with out a buck/
And your song number one and everybody star struck/
Secret to the fame it's 80 percent luck/
10 percent showing up and never giving a fuck/
10 percent skill but honed over time/
Some are born with it and some will never find/
I started at the bottom and just decided to climb/
But you never see me grind all you see is the shine/
I never mind hoes people with they mind closed/
Call 'em fair weather friends, bounce when the shine goes/
I see it every day it's funny at the bar/
You can alway catch a motherfucker trying to ride a star/
Homie I'm grounded being big headed never found it/
Worth it's weight in gold keeping the ends straight/
Never been star struck I could give a fuck less/
Most of my star friends got nothing but stress/
Call Wich he like a brother/
Godfather to my son we even know each other's mothers/
So call me a star nigga I earned it/
I work harder than everybody that they concerned with/