Lyrics Famous - 21 Savage
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
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'
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
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1 7 Min Freestyle
2 Money Convo
3 Dead People
4 Special
5 Thug Life
6 Whole Lot
7 Baby Girl
8 FaceTime
9 Close My Eyes
10 Numb
11 Famous
12 Nothin New
13 Bank Account
14 FaceTime
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