Video Fame de Abel The Man 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abel The Man - Fame Lyrics

Intro :
Fame don’t make you special, fame don’t make you any shit bru
Y’know what I’m saying

Verse I :
Get me that, white paper boy Taz, I ain’t seeing that
Light the candle so I could show you who the real man
I got the night vision, black cat, trained, I see em men
They tryna shoot, they bad no Glocks, private jet, they ain’t seeing me
Rain all over me outside and they glitter
Pull the trigger to my gun post shooter like a nigga
You tryna be famous
Tryna get yo shit Toked
You get your account verified
I get it by the streets, and it’s all sеlf taught


Chorus :
Ouuu for the fame , fame you claimеd
Fame, for the flames
(Flames, flames, flames)
For the fame, fame you claimed
Fame, (fame, fame, fame) for the flames (yeah)

Verse II :
I got my shit straight from Cuba
Nigga watch Anna Montana
Next time, Next wave, we want Lollapalooza
We in the plains I don’t got the chains yet but I got a visa
First pay check
Releaver
I’m a believer
I do my prayers, and you get your shit done like a creeper
Underground there’s lava
You wanna hit usher with them vocals you been tryna having
I’m going to heaven, fo sho
Doing your trends bout sex positions
Ima visionary
Dictionary, at 17 you wanna mary
Bridge :
You’ll do everything for the fame (fame)
Try to get you on my lane (lane)
Smoking Mary Jane’s all day without having shit to pay (pay)
I don’t pay (pay)
If I ask they just make (make)
I’m a father, maybe too early to have kids, Juno in the flesh (flesh)


Chorus :
For the fame, fame you claimed
Fame, for the flames
(Flames, flames, flames)
For the fame


(Gagné !)