[Intro] That's Right Fresh On Da Track (Yeah) Fuck The Fame, man (That's Right) (Uh Huh) Yo... Yo, Check It...
[Hook] I don't need your respect, I don't need fuckin' fame I don't need your respect, I don't need fuckin' fame I don't feel fuckin' pain (Fuck the fame) I don't need your respect, I don't need fuckin' fame I don't need your respect, I don't need fuckin' fame I don't feel fuckin' pain
[Verse One] Playin' this game, I became rich Me and my homies, we make fuckin' money Sellin' the crack, you'll never get the respect You're just another criminal And your dream is still freedom? Yeah, all my feelings similar Rappin', that's all I can, that's all I know Tell me, what am I doing wrong? Maybe I've lost my mind, but I still don't need fuckin' fame Don't look at me like that, man, I'm not crazy Don't fuck with the secret societies, use your fuckin' brain I ain't number one, so some hate me I'm screamin', "Fuck the fame!", when it trynna get me I'm in love with the rap, give a fuck on your respect I don't need fuckin' fame, 'cause I don't like that shit I don't need Gucci (Gucci) I don't need Prada (Prada) I don't need... I don't need... I don't need that (that) I'm in love with the rap, give a fuck on your respect I don't need fuckin' fame, 'cause I don't like that shit DeN-J and FreshOnDaTrack (Check it out)
[Outro] Yeah... So... Fuck The Fame... We don't need that... (Yeah) (Uh Huh) (2015) DeN-J and FreshOnDaTrack, We make fuckin' money... Yeah.