Big fame
Small fame
Rich fame
Broke fame
It's all a crooked game
Good fame
Bad fame
What's your stage name
15 seconds
Lifetime
Whatever we have to do
To make it big time

Some get it
Others don't
Must be nice
To be known
It's not fair
But I won't
Cry or complain
You get what you own
Just hit
My crazy bone
Fans screaming my name
my mind's blown
Etched on my tombstone
Touched by their admiration
Who would've thought
I could reach people with a creation
Stored in my imagination
Not a wannabe
I'm like the rest, to be captivated
By another artist that has related
To the down and out feeling
Of being aggravated
But I'm so jaded
How long I've waited
The records I spin
Keeps my mind in tunnel vision
This one and only goal
Is a split decision
I can be just like them
Is my addiction
But I think we're headed
For a violent collision
So silence your phones
And hold your applause
Exposing this game
Is my one and only cause

(Big fame
Small fame
Rich fame
Broke fame
It's all a crooked game
Good fame
Bad fame
What's your stage name
15 seconds
Lifetime
Whatever we have to do
To make it big time)x2
(big time)

People can reach fame
In many different ways
Nowadays
Don't even need talent
With the internet craze
Dumb reasons to be famous
What a generation we've raised
Skill and substance lost
Just need a catchy phrase
That will take you to the top
Of the social haze
created with our own hands
Aren't you amazed
Everybody wants it
With or without talent
To be greater than self
Is a ruthless challenge
Methods they take
So dirty or clean
Stab a friend in the back
Nothing too obscene
Fuck you way
To be top drama queen
just business
all about the green
Just want the privilege that comes
When you're on that silver screen
With virtue or malice
And nothing in between
I'd love to be on the cover
Of your magazine
A rolling stone
riding in the limousine
A dream since a teen
Are we all victims of the game
Just to be seen in the machine

(Big fame
Small fame
Rich fame
Broke fame
It's all a crooked game
Good fame
Bad fame
What's your stage name
15 seconds
Lifetime
Whatever we have to do
To make it big time)x2

Part of culture
Or marketing trends
Stay up-to-date
Or you'll hit a dead end
Malice for the ones
Who like to pretend
Your virtue is a lie

Sorry, don’t mean to offend
Maybe I'm just mad
That things haven't worked out for me
Like finding jobs and having my own pad
A crook can sell merch
And call it a hustle
While an honest man stays broke
Living in a bubble
The smart man scratches his head
Cause he can't figure out this puzzle
Some make it with bloody knuckles
While others never make it out of the struggle

(Big fame
Small fame
Rich fame
Broke fame
It's all a crooked game
Good fame
Bad fame
What's your stage name
15 seconds
Lifetime
Whatever we have to do
To make it big time)x4