Famous (feat. Elvé)

Man I'm really trying to be famous Can't afford to spend my whole life chasin' papers Man I'm really tired of being nameless My target on a bag, don't test, I'm feelin' dangerous Man I'm really trying to be famous Can't afford to spend my whole life chasin' papers Man I'm really tired of being nameless My target on a bag, don't test, I'm feelin' dangerous Count up the racks (Uh huh) Let's get it, let's get it or die (Uh huh) I profess (Yeah yeah) Want my money next Count up the racks (Uh huh) Let's get it, let's get it or die (Uh huh) I profess (Yeah yeah) I want my money next (Yeah, Uh) I'm getting what's mine My bangers too polished, I'm ready to shine I sweared to God that I had the shrine One for the east, Kempton to Springs, I'm repping the 1 to the double five 9 This shit all the same The way that I'm seeking the money and fame It's one of the reasons I got in this game Yes I do love it, but love ain't enough to keep a nigga sane Eat up my words, I'mma give you a taste My food for thought, it ain't going to waste My raps are too godly, they're all giving grace I speak the truth, now they think that I'm based I run the show, this isn't an act It's because a bunch of these niggas lack The balls and integrity, to even step to me They all just replicas, and I'm sold separately Why do these niggas try get me all vexed They do not know, I'm the one who got next Can't understand what got all of them pressed That's not my problem, I got my own stress I'm bringing the change, that got me anxious The type of changes that make me cook bangers (Bangers) Tau, that's what the name is I'mma be famous (Uh) Man I'm really trying to be famous Can't afford to spend my whole life chasin' papers Man I'm really tired of being nameless My target on a bag, don't test, I'm feelin' dangerous Man I'm really trying to be famous Can't afford to spend my whole life chasin' papers Man I'm really tired of being nameless My target on a bag, don't test, I'm feelin' dangerous Count up the racks (Uh huh) Let's get it, let's get it or die (Uh huh) I profess (Yeah yeah) Want my money next Count up the racks (Uh huh) Let's get it, let's get it or die (Uh huh) I profess (Yeah yeah) I want my money next Strap on my shades I feel blessed today Eatin' cheese And I'm sippin' on grapes Busy chasing on my fame again (Huh) Look at what a star I've become Now all that's left is the fame and the guap Oh I forgot Sisadinga iBlow up I can feel it, please believe in me, trust Pull up on me I'mma bust Ain't that your baby busy in the cut She stalking me lately Acting like I'm already famous Had me in a mood right now Got me on my run this town Cross my knees hands down Had a nigga run run, running from a meltdown But she could still come and buss it down Man I'm really trying to be famous Can't afford to spend my whole life chasin' papers Man I'm really tired of being nameless My target on a bag, don't test, I'm feelin' dangerous Man I'm really trying to be famous Can't afford to spend my whole life chasin' papers Man I'm really tired of being nameless My target on a bag, don't test, I'm feelin' dangerous Count up the racks (Uh huh) Let's get it, let's get it or die (Uh huh) I profess (Yeah yeah) Want my money next Count up the racks (Uh huh) Let's get it, let's get it or die (Uh huh) I profess (Yeah yeah) I want my money next