Solo - The Shame 2.0 ft Ginger Breadman x Buks Lyrics
verse 1[Solo]
Peace to the come ups that don't walk around aimless
Play position no matter how fickle the fame gets
Wishful thinking if you feeling reaching an apex
You fishing in seas that be peas turned graze heads, I'm easy,
Shame, I'm expected to dial it down reducing the piff
Or shed more knowledge that's conducive instead
Either bathe in heinous roles or face this problem
Take renaissance flow or stay Picassoless
Or renaissance wild era but the sentimets are heavy guarded
Devvy heavy bars and leave you very scarred
Try to keep up but raw apple
New school pressure won't ease up, you're all shameful
Leave more flavour than Muzart, k'gqwel' isaka
Big balls, I carry bold as I won't stop
I've been this hot and so wavy, turn a couple salty
But it's all blurry, dodging the shade for March daily
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There's not angel I can see
There's no pain that I believe
You blame your life on me
But the fame don't like the free
But the fame don't like the free
But the fame don't like the free
But the fame don't like the free
But the fame don't like the free
verse 2[Ginger]
I think there's too much applaud and respect
And a little fame that seem to make us all forget
And I feel ashamed, I didn't record to connect
To my core audience, now we just floss and we flex
About the cars that we whip and the broads that we sex
We sell fancy faccades that's all they can get
Then it's on to the next but...
What happened to being raw to the flesh
These kids live vicariously through the bars that we spit like
More alcohol, every single drink is paid for
Ball at the bar, f*** you think I hit the stage for
Can't stop, keep giving these hits and get played more
Serve the A&R that's the pressure, need I say more!
But that's the pressure when you gotta say more
The you quit your day job and you gotta pay a ?
Dumb it down they say they will make you a star
To sacrifice everything you are
What a muhf***ing shame
hook
verse 3[Buks]
Shameful, shameful, make the money stretch boy
Flex, Kurt Angle (Angle)
First the handle hits then the fakes go scandal
Bet the politics sayin this won't happen
Better just start rapping
When the zip code applies then their dividers never conquer
Fish bowl of riders, I'm ? in the song
Gives me grapes skull wide and the wine goes cool
I will make sure I'm in designer shoes
So shallow I'm ashamed, NO!
Walking they would
Kinda see the devil in these labels
Sucking on the table and I wonder where the pain go
This is it boy,
I've been dreaming for this moment from the rip boy
Don't believe me, ask the homies from the six boy
People eat me but the hunger so legit boy
Only reason I got Reason on my shit boy
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[Solo]
Fool me one I put the shame on
Until I figured out you lames wrong
It's different classes
Your fabric ain't the same
Fabricate for the sake of fame
What a muhf***ing shame
Your moves redirect your aim
Now your career look Kurt Cobain
Lost words for your mouthpiece
Now it's one piece saying that you wack
I'm hoping you find peace
At least work at a rate that to increase defeat
I hope it's unknown
I hope we can blame blame your acts on ignorance alone
But in this instance I've seen incidents that prove you wrong on purpose
Stuck on jiggy rhyming claiming that you wordsmiths
Let me Kermit this shit, sip my drink and be off it
Final word quick, you might wanna get back to your office
And work on that offer you lost
