21 Savage - Famous (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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21 Savage - Famous (en) Lyrics
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Rags to riches, nigga
came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga
fuckin' 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', nigga
I was gettin' bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me,
nigga, I'm on TV
Couple niggas switched up,
bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without
a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put
a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, nigga,
to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga'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 game,
niggas 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,
bitch, not Advil
It's kinda fucked up what
they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the
trap, I'ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic,
nigga, 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 nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain't gon'
help you understand me
I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous
I'm a rapper, nigga,
and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a nigga,
what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with
your nigga flamin'
All these chains on a nigga
like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with your money, nigga,
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 bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin',
"Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin', "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas
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 niggas knew
me 'fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now
my price'll go up
Streets cold, nigga, 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
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