Shootin' for Fame ft. X-Ray

[20 Below]

(Verse 1) (X-Ray) Uhhh, my turn
Look good in the mirror. We raised in the hood
We raised in the barrio, like some cerido
Listen to the f*****g radio, blood gushes
Blood gang, me a Latin king
Got the Sumoes, uh my hand, f**k your band
Ima be your ancester, you f*****g rap protestor
Here I am rapping again, tryna put myself back together
Reach in my pouch, Capri Sun juice pouch
It bursts tryna go first. It never works.
I know she never liked me, but hated me
Juan always wanted her, she never cared
He lurked for rap, lead it, but never worked
Tryna run, called running
Bitches stunttin like Tony Hawk
Theres a flock of hawks, f**k to gay-ass jocks
Time to accelerate to the docks
I rose up to fame like there’s no game
There’s some pain, beds in Spain, autotunes T-Pain
Im so insane, but 20’s the same
My turns over (cough)

(Verse 2) (20 Below) Times up! Time for me to take over!
Time for me to play the game. Im gonna rise up to fame
Me and X-Ray aren’t the same as you fag’s
We can actually rap. Now take a nap. That’s where your head will lie
Nah I ain’t liein. This is my time, and my time alone
You’re rappin, but X-Ray owns you. I rap better at home
I rap better than the Sorcerer’s Stone. My rap’s are cold
They’re made in my ice dome. That’s why they call me 20 Below
Now im gonna fuckin go. But you all better know that we are…

(Chorus) Shootin for fame. We can’t afford to be lame. Hip Hop is never the same. It’s always changin. I flip the page. And, I’m in a rage. And, can’t be frustrated. Or one with Satin. And where I’m goin? I don’t know. All I know is that we’re shootin for fame.

(Verse 3) (20 Below) Ha! you thought I was gone didn’t you?
That’s why I have no pitty towards you. Cuz b***h you wanna get mooned
By some fat ass dude! Im not in the mood to deal with you
What you expect me to do? Yoy better get the clue
I’ve been through shit you’ve ever seen. Some of it, you can’t even dream
But the sad fact is, it’s always worse than I make it seem.
That’s why I got a team. Chuko and X-Ray. They ain’t no homos
And I ain’t no hoblo. You better get it right
Cuz im bout to show no mercy.

Ya, time to f**k it up, rap it up.
Ya, flip the dime, rapper game
Time to take the blame, f**k shame
Hair on my leg, bitches wanna beg
Let you ride on my peg on the bike
Spit with force, fuckin dyke.

[20 Below]

(Verse 1) (X-Ray) Uhhh, my turn
Look good in the mirror. We raised in the hood
We raised in the barrio, like some cerido
Listen to the f*****g radio, blood gushes
Blood gang, me a Latin king
Got the Sumoes, uh my hand, f**k your band
Ima be your ancester, you f*****g rap protestor
Here I am rapping again, tryna put myself back together
Reach in my pouch, Capri Sun juice pouch
It bursts tryna go first. It never works.
I know she never liked me, but hated me
Juan always wanted her, she never cared
He lurked for rap, lead it, but never worked
Tryna run, called running
Bitches stunttin like Tony Hawk
Theres a flock of hawks, f**k to gay-ass jocks
Time to accelerate to the docks
I rose up to fame like there’s no game
There’s some pain, beds in Spain, autotunes T-Pain
Im so insane, but 20’s the same
My turns over (cough)

(Verse 2) (20 Below) Times up! Time for me to take over!
Time for me to play the game. Im gonna rise up to fame
Me and X-Ray aren’t the same as you fag’s
We can actually rap. Now take a nap. That’s where your head will lie
Nah I ain’t liein. This is my time, and my time alone
You’re rappin, but X-Ray owns you. I rap better at home
I rap better than the Sorcerer’s Stone. My rap’s are cold
They’re made in my ice dome. That’s why they call me 20 Below
Now im gonna fuckin go. But you all better know that we are…

(Chorus) Shootin for fame. We can’t afford to be lame. Hip Hop is never the same. It’s always changin. I flip the page. And, I’m in a rage. And, can’t be frustrated. Or one with Satin. And where I’m goin? I don’t know. All I know is that we’re shootin for fame.

(Verse 3) (20 Below) Ha! you thought I was gone didn’t you?
That’s why I have no pitty towards you. Cuz b***h you wanna get mooned
By some fat ass dude! Im not in the mood to deal with you
What you expect me to do? Yoy better get the clue
I’ve been through shit you’ve ever seen. Some of it, you can’t even dream
But the sad fact is, it’s always worse than I make it seem.
That’s why I got a team. Chuko and X-Ray. They ain’t no homos
And I ain’t no hoblo. You better get it right
Cuz im bout to show no mercy.

Ya, time to f**k it up, rap it up.
Ya, flip the dime, rapper game
Time to take the blame, f**k shame
Hair on my leg, bitches wanna beg
Let you ride on my peg on the bike
Spit with force, fuckin dyke.