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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 bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic

 Rosae in the glasses, 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 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, fuck yo system I get paid without it

 Got a new pothead bitch 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 shit

 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 shit

 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 shit

 My money are not on these bitches, 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 bitch

 If she cool to fuck 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

 Bitches used to overlook us

 Now in my presence they shook up

 See where this rap shit done took us?

 I'm stil, still..


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