A lot of a, sharks out there
Tryna take a bite of somethin'
What's hot?
Lot of chameleons out there
Tryna change up anytime somethin' new comes along
Everybody wants a bite
Don't happen overnight

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid growing up
Looking in the mirror, dreaming about blowin' up
The rock crowds make money chill with the honeys
Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat, and tears
And losin' some of your peers
And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac don't know how to act
Shit's deep, forty-eight track studio
Gangsta mack sign the deal
Think he's gonna make a mil but never will
'Til he crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies, come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the G's

You want to be a rock superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who don't know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high
And some can't pay the way, feel trapped in
What you rappin' about?
Tell me what happened when you lost clout?
The route you took started collapsing
No fans, no fame, no respect, no change
No women and everybody shits on your name

People see rock stars, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you still try to get out
More like everybody else, you know
Its a fun job, but its still a job
There's gonna be another cat comin' out
Looking like me, sounding like me next year
I know this it'll be a flipside
Tell what you did, someone trying to spin off like some circus

You ever have big dreams of makin' big cream?
Big shot, heavy hitter on the mainstream
You want to look trendy in the Bentley
Be a star band, never act friendly
You want to have big fame
Let me explain what happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played, like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be okay
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never get fooled to the fullest
That's why fools end up dining on a bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being a rock star

My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in a hotel room, lonely
But I thank god I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video's gonna show me no love, they're phony
Got to hit the road solely so the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
The best way back to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honeys at the palladium
Who just want to cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on fall off, the ho's fall off
To the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year and they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started getting' ignored
I warned him, assured him this ain't easy
Take it from the weazy, sleazy people want to be so cheesy
They're fucking evil
Assassins, assassins

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Lawrence Muggerud, Louis Freese, Senen Reyes