Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fame on Fire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Austin Post
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blake Saul
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
My momma called, "Seen you on TV, son"
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothin'
Now they always say, congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain't never had the dedication
People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it
[Verse 2]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I'm jumpin' out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I'm a savage, yeah
I be itchin' like a addict, yeah
I'm surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn't know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
But all that mean nothin' when I saw my dough
Everyone countin' on me, drop the ball
Everything custom like I'm at the border
If you fuck with winnin', put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Comin' with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Ballin' since a baby, they could see it in my eyes
[Verse 3]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothin'
Now they always say, congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain't never had the dedication
People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it
[Verse 4]
I was patient yeah, oh, I was patient, ay
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say 'gratulations
Young momma, young momma, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I'm lookin' for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old, Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead I'm in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super bowl, call the hoes
Get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone
You know that I'm on
Huncho Houdini is gone
[Verse 5]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn't be nothin'
Now they always say, congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain't never had the dedication
People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it
Written by: Adam Feeney, Austin Post, Carl Rosen, Leland Wayne, Louis Bell, Quavious Marshall

