[** feat. Fame:][Solo:]Uh huh, uh huh*From the spot where I sit in the middle of the playgroundI watch as the children accept their fateSee round here, we never seem to see much changeBut they still providing us with hourly updatesThe bus lane's full of traffic and the train's running latein the city full of strangers where every smile is fakeThey pay top dollar just to watch you spill your sentimentsLooks like Nick forgot to take his medicinePopped collar for the veteranCentre stage fright, late night hype eyeing my competitorsAnd the cycle's set in motionwith a money-back guarantee, the end result will get you openPicture me as Lucky Stripe in the clubhouseLove ain't enough now, they want your bloodHoping for violence, the first and second rules dictatea code of silence with fight clubs in every major townSo come play around, but just know that we don't play aroundQuit holding your piece, you better say it nowYou so throwback, what you afraid of now? Famous, take 'em out[Fame] (Solo)So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun?Better understand or get your shit overrun(We ain't playing with this, so keep spraying your shitFall back to the sideline and wait for the *click*)[Chorus 1: Fame] (Solo)Aiyyo Solo, let's play Russian roulettePick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your headWe keep playing till something connectsWe keep playing till something connects(Yeah Fame, I'm down to play Russian rouletteSo pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your headWe keep playing till something connects)[Fame]Okay, we in the centre right? Fighting like lime-lightersWorld stage pay with the highest pricesNah, nah, my mans ain't care who you're better thanOld style weathering and tetheringOut here, we never seem to see much changeRe-up, re-hash but then might still sound plainDrums on slots for the beltNow you saying nothing proper so we got to take shots at ourselfLike please, someone put him in his placeHe getting complacent, we pass that, Solo come on pass thatNah he ain't really bout that, he ain't really bout to blast thatAsk that, I'ma make my own spot vacant(So tell me what you want from me)We so total now, ya know Famine keep it lowbrowYeah I keep score but I ain't about to know howI marked this, boy we ride off in the darknessThey tryna get in, we only tryna get outFresh out of fresh, I clown 'em like tadowVicarious, voyeuristic, all for the click, clickSo down for the next round[Solo] (Fame)So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun?Better understand or get your shit overrun(We ain't playing with this, so keep spraying your shitFall back to the sideline and wait for the *click*)[Chorus 2: Solo] (Fame)Aiyyo Fame, you wanna play Russian roulette?Well pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your headWe keep playing till something connectsWe keep playing till something connects(Yeah Solo, I'm down to play Russian rouletteSo pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your headWe keep playing till something connects)[Chorus 1][Chorus 2]