Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Famous, artist - 21 Savage. Date of issue: 06.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Famous |
| 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 |