Released on November 20, 2012

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[Verse 1: Fashawn]

This is for my A-listers, Benz driving

Windows tinted, wonder who inside it

Movie stars, social lights, coke sniffing

You know the life in the club

VIP no fee, look on the house and you get in free

TFKs, Paris Hilton's, parents pay hella millions

The high archi of Hollywood

Don't let it affect your livelihood

Easy to get blinded by the lights

Don't believe the hype, protect your sight

You'll be signing autographs from left to right

Your fifteen minutes is up, now what?

Signed that contract, now you stuck

Your fifteen minutes is up, good luck!


[Chorus]

Some people try so hard, to be a movie star

They forget who they are

Before you know it they'gone

Some people try so hard, to be a movie star

They forget who they are

Before you know it they'gone


[Verse 2: Fashawn]

Came to Hollywood with a dream in hand

Of motion pictures, the same attentions

As a milgram other kids start famous instant

Couple things they forgot to mention like

Everybody is your competition

Moving too fast, should have stopped and listen

But he lust that popularity

An average Joe, he don't care to be!

Everyone thinks it's so easy

Being told that repetitively

It's far from that stardom

The media betrays on a TV screen

Back stabbers, smiley faces

Young hot shot could be your replacement

How it is in the business of entertainment?

Life down with the young, rich and famous


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Fashawn]

I could be gone in a wind, do I stand a chance?

Could be number one, then change of plans

Disappear quicker than a hundred grand

Reminiscent when I was the man

Seems as if someone's stole your shine

These days you gotta wait in line

Just a year ago everything was fine

They had no problem lettin' you inside!

The transformers, not the personnel

Maybe you need to reinvent, upgrade your style

Go and get the new Benz, hit Mr. Charles

Right back in the in-crowd

Your agent's happy, your friends are proud

When you wasn't popular, none of them was around

Never there when shit goes down

Always there front row in the crowd

Cheering, behind your back they all frown

Hard to tell who's real, who's fake

Don't let the alphabet decide your place

It's the most high who designed your fate

Some people gonna try to eat off of your plate

And before you know it, it's too late!

All your money is gone, now you stuck

Your fifteen minutes is up, good luck!


[Chorus]