Famous

Money over fame, a real boss ****'s bitch, one, two

I did that twice 'cause everybody in my clique want two

Now I'm headed to be the best and the presidents we collect

It's what they judge us off just that's just the pressure of bein' next

The ask me how I feel like it's **** wanna know

I chose money over fame, how I end up with them both?

I'm just a dealer to the judge and a sinner to the pope

At least could take two hundred grams out depending 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

And I never think I'd make it out the hood

And it don't feel how I thought it would

'Cause I don't feel famous

Three Rollies, two cribs, six figures

And I still don't feel famous

Yeah, the day I got my first brick

The only time a **** really felt famous

Fame to a **** like me, you gotta think

'Cause I'm from the cocaine era, we extinct

I curve a bougie bitch but I put project bitch in the mink

She love street **** so we gon' fuck the first thing we link

Huh, broken dreams on a street corner

I stay down I'ma probably peek 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 kinda shit come with the game

**** call me just to check if my number the same

Damn, and I never thought I'd make it out the hood

And it don't feel how I thought it should

'Cause I don't feel famous

Three Rollies, two cribs, six figures

And I still don't feel famous

Yeah, the day I got my first brick

The only time a **** really felt famous