(Ft. Future & Ace Hood)
(Intro)
The price of fame
Shit real
Fuck fame
Let’s fuck this shit
Fuck fame
(Hook)
Got 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 success
I worked so hard…
This my hymn song
(Verse)
Fuck this money, nigga fuck his chain
Fuck my watch, you can have that Wayne
Keep my whips, you can have that fame
Searched for a style, I’m going insane
Young nigga, can’t even sleep at night
All this money I done seen in life
Ore cash bring more haters
Fuck, I went away and bought a choppa twice
‘Cus I’m paranoid and I bury boy
If he planning mine then it’s oh Lawd
Please don’t make a nigga do that
Please don’t make a nigga do that
You don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through
Plus my lawyer texting me too
But my baby mama be trippin
Talkin bout child support, I can’t do it
I don’t trust nobody but God
All these foreigns 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 (Lawd!)
(Hook)
Got 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 success
My mama trouble when I wasn’t looking for
I was blessed
Frustrated
(Bridge)
Look, fuck these clothes
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these millions
Fuck yo feelings
I’m suffering
I’m suffering
Fuck these hoes
Fuck these condos
Fuck these models
Fuck these bottles
I’m suffering
I’m suffering
(Hook)
Got 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 success
