DON’T BE FAMOUS (PUPPY Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood] I sold that dope in the dormitory I know my roommate informing on me I told my momma she shouldn't worry Stop taking student loans from the country I will pay that shit off 'til I'm forty ('til I'm forty!) I don't want to have to make McFlurries Sellin' students single sacks got boring My college kids facing keys like both quarters My thug life to every lad sandstormin' Set up shop, exhibit product like it's a car show The shit is pure, man—what he sell the Sweet'n Low Catchin' hell in my BM convertible Deep Dallas in the winter, place so hard Put that gold jump rope on the floor [Chorus: Merlyn Wood] You, you, you Money dance with my crew Yeah, you ain't knew I had bands back in school You, you, you Monеy dance with my crew Yeah, you ain't knеw I had bands back in school [Verse 2: Matt Champion] F—fuck up the cops, they beating the cases I see the pistol 'round waist and they aiming White doesn't fly with carnations, they pain me Family need a little sleep and serenity Popping cherry cola like her virginity Confidence sink on the brink of a better me I keep an eye open; your bitch in bed with me Knowing that you will just bet on the death for me I got the fragrance, throw me the cologne Sipping so long, they love your cologne Fuck the percentages, I want the leverage I want the leverage I be reserved, I do not blurt Keep out my face with your petty lil' urge Life like a blur, learn 'bout the curves Skin and my body, I've been insecure [Chorus: Merlyn Wood] You, you, you Money dance with my crew Yeah, you ain't knew I had bands back in school You, you, you Money dance with my crew Yeah, you ain't knew I had bands back in school You, you, you Money dance with my crew Yeah, you ain't knew I had bands back in school You, you, you Money dance with my crew Yeah, you ain't knew I had bands back in school [Verse 3: Ameer Vann] I had the dope and the digit' scale I had to shovel that fishscale I saw the lights and then ran from 'em Got out of jail with a court summons Man, it's so hard just to stop juggin' Stealin' from niggas with one bullet All that evil really got to me Taking everything I got from me Stole shit up at the penthouse Writin' raps in the hills now Now I'm worried if it's niggas coming To reclaim what I stole from 'em Drug dealers that I ran from Coming at me with a handgun Two shots, nigga, AND1 Now I'm dead like John Lennon [Verse 4: Dom McLennon] I am from another dimension Better step to me with nine hitmen Freeway Ricky: I'm a line kingpin This present moment's a divine vision Saw my past and took a dive to dig in Couldn't make myself a pot to piss in Motivation lacking my decisions This felt like a holy intervention I put that pack in my undergarments Them boys had locked the pharma' department Packing up pills at the base apartment I did a taste and thought it was garbage Never had figured to ask who grabbed it Noticed my friends had developed habits Men and women both reduced to savage Just to satisfy what needed scratching MDMA mixed with bad karma Spliffs from Newports rolled with marijuana Someone broke in, saw the plug Sent the law to his moms to put a slug on 'em Boys woke him with the straps out They ain't know it was the stash-house Couple decades, got evaded 'Cause he moved the last piece before he passed out [Outro: Kevin Abstract] Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist I light the spliff and I float by myself I need some more time to find more of myself Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist I light the spliff and I float by myself I need some more time to find more of myself