Letra de Suffering From Success
The price of fame Shit real Fuck fame Let's fuck this shit Fuck fameGot too many racks on me I can't even go to sleep Just go get em, I'm VIP I believed in CID I don't trust you! I'm suffering I'm suffering... from success I'm suffering... from successI worked so hard... This my hymn songFuck this money nigga, fuck this chain Fuck my watch, you can have that ring Keep my whips, you can have that fame So stressed out, I'm going insane Young nigga can't even sleep at night All this money I done seen in life More cash bring more haters Fuck around and went and bought a chopper twice Cause I'm paranoid, and I bury boy If he playin' with mine, then it's oh lord Please don't make a nigga do that Please don't make a nigga do that You dont' know what the fuck I been through Plus my lawyer texting me too, boy my baby momma be trippin' Talking bout child support, I can't do it I don't trust nobody but God, all these foreign's parked in my yard Swear last night I swimmed in that money, then woke up in a million dollar car Boy I'm too stressed, so blessed Please somebody pray for me, I'm suffering from success Lord, have mercyGot too many racks on me I can't even go to sleep Just go get em, I'm VIP I believed in CID I don't trust you! I'm suffering I'm suffering... from success I'm suffering... from successMy momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed Frustrated Nigga fuck that car Fuck these ho's Fuck these millions Fuck your feelings I'm sufferin, I'm sufferin Fuck this house, fuck this condo Fuck these models, fuck these bottles I'm suffering I'm sufferingGot too many racks on me I can't even go to sleep Just go get em, I'm VIP I believed in CID I don't trust you! I'm suffering I'm suffering... from success I'm suffering... from successMy momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed Frustrated