Ghetto Famous

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar] BandGang (Bands made this, period) [Verse 1: BandGang Javar] Supposedly, whenever niggas see me out, it's bad for me In person they want autographs, pictures with they family In my DMs with that wack-ass music, nagging me Find out what I charge for a feature, then be mad at me All the hoes get blessed when Rose around like they got allergies You don't pay for shit, wanted to listen, audacity This my strategy I'll spend that shit and get it back when we in Tennessee They made fun of me in school, clothеs raggedy Mama couldn't get me namе brand on our salary Smiles put me up to punches, brutality I knew I was facing thirty years, did it happily [Verse 2: RMC Mike] Hey, nine grams in that loose leaf is a capacity I had an accident, done came back harder like I'm Cassidy I heard I was the dopest nigga out, but ain't no bagging me I made a lot of cream off the ice, no Master P Cuban weigh a brick, my AP cost a half a slab Master everything that I do, I got the gift of gab I'm on his ass, he try to run, you know them switchies fast I'm tryna make a million fucking dollars, fuck getting some ass Ha, guess what? You niggas ass backwards Before I ever picked up a mic, I was a Glad wrapper Now they pay me to talk my shit, I used to wrap a brick Ghetto boy, grinded out the mud, now my statis rich [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs] I'm a real nigga first, never put the fam last (Come on, now) Made a hundred last month, could show you how to get a bag You gon' always have haters, you can't make everybody glad (At all) I be putting God first, you ain't gon' never see me sad Only way to go is up, you ain't gon' never see me down Got a pocket full of blues every time I come around I be praying on that road, hope we make it safe and sound I sell fifty at a time, ain't got time to break it down In Miami on a boat, wrist water like the shore I ain't never seen your broke ass in Miami 'cause you poor Killers searching for your head like they Dora, they explore I can keep upping tickets on your head, pape' galore Slime a nigga out 'cause I'm a certified trapper See you out, ain't got no blicky, you a certified capper Last nigga disappeared, we make pussy niggas vanish All this money coming in, this shit getting hard to manage