Lyrics:

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