Famous - Babyface Ray

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

You know a nigga just came back from London and shit, you know?

It used to be no furniture now I got Chanel blankets when it’s cold

Pray for me cause it’s dangerous on the road

I’m famous where I’m from

I’m famous in the States

I’m famous overseas

For soda my shit rose

Tryna see what a nigga claimin' we gon' wipe a nigga family tree

I brought it out to blow it babygirl she think she scammin' me

I can’t ink a deal with rappers man this shit too much to handle me

Wockhardt in my Fanta drink

Pop out its a movie scene

Voices through the streets niggas say what they gon' do to me

Fresh since I was young, ask the ones that went to school with me

Teacher say you way too smart, what you actin' out for

You run it up you hood rich niggas think they turned to Alpo

I’m so used to this lil paper count it with my eyes closed

They tell me put the syrup down fuck it I’ma die slow

When you born you gotta go you think I’ma cry no

First advance I ain’t buy no jewelry fuck it I’ma buy dope

First advance I ain’t buy no jewelry fuck it I’ma buy dope

Yeah, gotta figure out ways to triple this shit

First advance I ain’t buy no jewelry fuck it I’ma buy dope

First advance I ain’t buy no jewelry fuck it I’ma buy dope

I can’t leave them ones behind I’m put on my folks

My first time I lost some money shit I damn near lost my mind

I could fuck it up a hunnid times I still won’t lose the grind

I got Rollies by the flavor I don’t use it for no time

Baby be lookin' cause I’m shining, fuck one time, she say it’s mine

Bout that paper do whatever I get crooked

It get hard to walk that line

Man that pill get hard to swallow cause my heart be on the line

He said he wasn’t gon' drop me fuck he walkin' for that dime

Charged me for a coffee ain’t no coffee up in mine

She just washed the money I had so much I crossed her eyes

Had them shooters creep up from the side don’t be surprised

Who you gon' believe them or me they tellin' lies

Brodie he ain’t Muslim he in them streets sellin' pies

You ain’t really trappin' if you left the scale inside nigga

See it on yo face boy how you really feel inside

All the shit I been through I’m just blessed I’m still alive

Never seen me bitch up when it’s on they scared to ride

You know I’m the wave and I ain’t never made that ride

You don’t ever see him but they talk just like a podcast

Today I’m feelin good I’m goin' shopping with your fine ass

I just want to show you off your ex called fuck em' you blow him off

Fuckin' with the boy how?

Niggas must be smokin' soft

Rented for the whole night and I got some more to toss

Valet my shit pull it to the front and don’t cut my motor off

Told that bitch look you can scam or roll tell me who the boss

Proud cause I be standing on the business they ain’t see me call

Top foreal don’t you piss me off

These niggas be CB4

Sleepin' on me okay bet his ass won’t sleep no mo'

You know I’ma G, stickin' to the G code

Gotta keep her neat

Tryin to dodge a rico

Schools with Travis Scott, Burberry peacoat

Shawty bought two friends with her, now I’m 3−0

I been countin' all day, sorry I ain’t leavin' home

She’s hurt with the game, now it’s hard to leave me alone

Gotta be the nice guy, drugs got me thinkin' wrong

Play with mine we blinkin' out, we sprayin' up the

Face

Face

Face mob nigga

You know what the fuck goin' on

Live from the corner suite