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