Famous

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Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
 Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin' on models
 Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA
 Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
 I was gettin' bags for the cheap
 When I ain't had money, I was robbin', nigga
 I was gettin' bags for the free
 21 Gang, they were right beside me
 And they still with me, nigga, I'm on TV
 Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
 I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
 I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
 I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
 Niggas tryna clone a nigga's shit, damn, woah
 Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
 Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
 I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
 Can't change on my game, niggas still here
 Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the shit real
 Niggas rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived
 Niggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs
 I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil
 It's kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
 If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him
 I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I'ma whack him
 Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
 Makin' sure my kids happy
 They dependent on their daddy
 Tryin' not to let the streets distract me
 I know it's bumps in the road like acne
 Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete
 I'm a solid young nigga, you can ask C
 The internet ain't gon' help you understand me
 I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous
 I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gangbangin'
 Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'?
 Everybody get it with your nigga flamin'
 All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin'
 Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
 You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
 In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
 And I come through when the gang need
 And I wear shades so they can't see
 And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
 Nigga one thousand, I'm beyond G
 I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
 Niggas still askin', "Can you front me?"
 My old ho sayin', "Boy you growed up"
 Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
 Too solid, pussy niggas can't disclose us
 Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
 I'm too street to walk around with my nose up
 Especially to the niggas knew me 'fore I blowed up
 Savage Mode drop, now my price'll go up
 Streets cold, nigga, they ain't showin' no love
 Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
 Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub
 I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous
 I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gangbangin'
 Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'?
 Everybody get it with your nigga flamin'
 All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin'
 Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
 You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
 In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
 Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
 I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
 I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
 I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
 

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Duration
03:54
Key
9
Tempo
174 BPM

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