Famous (Explicit) - Curren$y
And you could tell
From distance trynna figure
The reals say I'm
But I'm still
And you could tell
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
Ain't nothing change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence
Of letters and numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride but hey man
Watch my leather
Cuz b**ches get ejected
In traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses
Get the w**d out the plastic
Spitta in them Monstabeats radioactive
I don't kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on criss cross
Who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast
This morning staring down at the ocean
Inspired
Scribbling fire on a streetcar named desire
Struggle a fence you oughta get
Caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent f**k yo system
I get paid without it
Got a new pothead b**ch who
Moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper w**d she smoke
That Spitta stroke
She rolled about it
You can't deny it
I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
Whodini your main squeeze
She disappear she's a magician
You can't blame in the midst
Of the fame planes get changed I
Sent to the waffle house twit my
Order from the car man
Yeah
And I'm looking famous
And you can tell by
The reaction of them strangers
From distance trynna figure
If it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it
The haters say I ain't sh*t
But I'm still
Looking famous
And you can tell by the
Reaction of them strangers
From distance trynna
Figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it
The haters say I ain't sh*t
But I'm still
I'm high again waiting on
The sun dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I'm in
But I do it for all my folk
Who genuinely want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to
Stay over this bogus sh*t
My money are not on these b**ches
My focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet
Planes but they not
Pay homage the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter
Ask yo momma she could vouch b**ch
If she cool to f**k and
Down with rollin that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie liquor
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain't stingy with it
Got a couple pounds put up
B**ches used to overlook us
Now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap sh*t done took us
I'm stil still
