Lyrics Famous - Zilla, Trill Real, Zilla & Trill Real

Famous

Really are you willing to be famous?
Do this shit for my own entertainment
We was outside on the grind when it’s raining
You was indoors nigga you was just playing
By the corner stores and the pavements
(Nigga we dun changed the arrangements) x2
My Nigga I ain’t slept in 8 nights
Grinding, moving to stay tight
Tell em give me back my own rights…
I’m tired and tired it ain’t nice
Just got off the damn flight
Took off at dawn I’m off sight yet
Hit the studio twice and
Knock the mic like I’m Tyson
Decepticon in my likeness
That explains I ain’t righteous…
We all sinners nigga I’m a born sinner (Git!)
See we trynna heats the coal in the cold winter (Git!)
Though I never really grew up from the cold dinners (Git!)
But I could have your bitch walking like a Rove hit her
That’s rich sex!
I’m Joking- I would treat her ass like a princess
First I gotta get rinced
I’m full of contradictions
Been at and out my system
Fighting my conflictions.. Oh God!
Really you ain’t messing with the Old Rod (Nah!)
And really I ain’t messing with your so called top ten
I’m an underdog see I’m trynna get it poppin
Daddy told me failing ain’t a motherfucking option
And when I’m performing I sell like auctions
Trynna expand my market
Finna put a price on my head?
Niggas dead Your shots will not target!
Really are you willing to be famous?
Do this shit for my own entertainment
We was outside on the grind when its raining
You was indoors nigga you was just playing
By the corner stores and the pavements
(Nigga we dun changed the arrangements) x2