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21 Savage – Famous (Music Audio)

Lyrics to “Famous” performed by 21 Savage

Rags to riches, ni*ga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a ni*ga f*ckin’ 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’, ni*ga
I was gettin’ bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, ni*ga, I’m on TV

Couple ni*gas switched up, bi*ched up, f*ck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bi*ch before my brother
I’m too street smart, ni*ga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a ni*ga’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 gang, ni*gas 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, bi*ch, not Advil
It’s kinda f*cked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I’ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, ni*ga, 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 ni*ga, you can ask C
The internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

I’m a street ni*ga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, ni*ga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a ni*ga, what you claimin’
Everybody get it with your ni*ga flamin’
All these chains on a ni*ga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, ni*ga, 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 bi*ch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin’.. can you front me
My old ho sayin’.. boy you growed up
Promethazine, it got a ni*ga slowed up

Too solid, pussy ni*gas 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 ni*gas knew me ‘fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price’ll go up
Streets cold, ni*ga, 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 ni*ga, yeah I’m famous
I’m a rapper, ni*ga, and I’m gangbangin’
Everybody kill a ni*ga, what you claimin’
Everybody get it with your ni*ga flamin’
All these chains on a ni*ga like I’m stranglin’
Ran off with your money, ni*ga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
In the hood everyday, I’m hangin’

Couple ni*gas switched up, bi*ched up, f*ck ’em
I can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I’m too, too player to put a bi*ch before my brother
I’m too street smart, ni*ga, to serve a undercover…

➤ Album: Issa Album
Produced by Metro Boomin & Zaytoven
21 Savage 2017