[Verse 1] Money over fame, a real boss'll make his bitch one too I did that twice 'cause everybody in my clique one too Now I'm headed to be the best, then the Presidents, we collect That's what they judge us off, but that's just the pressure of bein' next, huh They ask me how it feel, I guess niggas wanna know I chose money over fame, how I end up with 'em both? I'm just a dealer to the judge, and a sinner to the Pope At least could take two hundred grams out, dependin' on the dope I remember doin' stick ups for less than a hundred dollars Now we don't get dressed for less than a hundred thousand
[Pre-Chorus] And I never think I'd make it out the hood And it don't feel how I thought it would
[Chorus] 'Cause I don't feel famous (Famous, famous, famous) Ah, three Rollies, two cribs, six figures And I still don't feel famous (Famous) Yeah (Ah), the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Yo)
[Verse 2] What's fame to a nigga like me? You gotta think 'Cause I'm from the cocaine era, we extinct I curve a bougie bitch, but I put a project bitch in a mink She love street niggas, so we gon' fuck the first day we link Huh, broken dreams on the street corner I stayed down so I'ma probably peak on 'em before it reach autumn Get in the booth, I recall it, then record it And with this kind of watch, it's hard to be normal You know this kind of shit come with the game Niggas call me just to check if my number the same, damn
[Pre-Chorus] And I never thought I'd make it out the hood And it don't feel how I thought it should
[Chorus] 'Cause I don't feel famous (Famous, famous, famous) Three Rollies, two cribs, six figures And I still don't feel famous (Famous, famous, famous) Yeah, the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Famous, famous, famous)
[Outro] Yeah, buz I told you niggas wasn't fuckin' with you In the beginning of this shit, real shit All you bitch ass niggas who doubted us All you bitch ass niggas who hated All you stank ass bitches who shitted I can only imagine the look on y'all faces right now I can only imagine the feeling in y'all stomach right now But guess what, you deserve to be there For not embracin' real right niggas that's searchin' the truth Benny the best ever, New York, straight like that And BSF the movement, straight like that You know what I mean? Free, free Jackson and free Dat And free the gang too It's the Black Soprano Family Rest in peace DJ Shay and MachineGun Black Yeah, buddyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
