Curren$y - Famous lyrics

And you could tell From distance tryna figure The reals say I’m But I’m still And you could tell Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive [2X] 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**hes get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a cla**ic Rosae in the gla**es, get the weed 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 cla** 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** yo system I get paid without it Got a new pothead b**h who moonlighting as a blogger That rapper weed 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 tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t sh** But I’m still.. Looking famous And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t sh** 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** My money are not on these b**hes, my focus is locked n***as 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**h If she cool to f** 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**hes used to overlook us Now in my presence they shook up See where this rap sh** done took us? I’m stil, still..