Lyrics Till I'm Finally Famous - Eon

Internet fame ain't looking too good
Might need a break from the clout and chasing
Niggas wanna tag you for they own good
I ain't never been to no Prague vacation
Nobody wanna follow me but they all should
Tryna pick the rates up on my engagement
Didn't think I'd make em vibe like they all would
Ego so low the shit living in the basement yuh
Slipping further with the curves but what can I say
I'm working on the traction yuh
Life is serving me the dirt but I'm on my way
Improving by a fraction yuh
Plan on putting on the shirt when I get my pay
And that is not a question yuh
But God is always on my side so I'm here to stay
He shower me with blessings yeah
Two times I dropped and flopped
Finally found my new sound to rock and pop
Could've been the cool clown to knock your socks
Rather keep it true I won't ever stop
I could've been a capper with the raps talking money and the straps
And the way I done repped the block
But really ain't no dapper ain't no dabs
I'm allergic to the crap at a hunnid's where I keep it locked
Keep being patient till I'm finally famous
Work all day don't know what no vacay is
Pass out hard and say my dreams all made this
Wake right up and take it back to basics
Repeat the cycle till my I make the A-list
Reap my happiness and finally taste it
Carve my future so it's far from makeshift, and shape my life out on A daily basis, yuh
You on track you on track it's alright
You got stacks you got stacks in your mind
You ain't lost that aint facts you're just blind
You can never surf on a manmade wave
You can never surf on a manmade wave
You on track you on track it's alright
You got stacks you got stacks in your mind
You ain't lost that aint facts you're just blind
You can never surf on a man-made wave
You can never surf on a man-made wave
Suited up, buttered up
Got a bit of bread with the cheese in my hand finna eat it up, live it up
With enough cheddar she'll give it up
Long as you don't eat from another bruh
Unless you're the type to get a fisticuff
Beat a nigga up so they know what's up
The type to get a lot and never show no love
Street repping with the set
Your nickname's bout as big as you goin get
The money never come but they sure pay respect
And that ain't paying bills unless you cash a cheque
Running the block got you acting square
When the goons come around the squad ain't never there
Throwing hands all around like you don't fking care
Playing duck duck goose when cops is in the air
Leader of the wolf pack
Identify the gang with the same colour durag new neighbour they be like who that
Let's pay dude a visit so we know where his crew at no gang they be like screw that
That homeboy lying
How you come up out the hood and hate a hoodrat
Fake nigga yeah I'm looking right through that
Trying to see the light with the vision of a zubat, uh
They don't understand when you solo
Fresh off the coast like fish off a boat though
Scales looking shinier than gold on your throat though
Frame of view wider than a lens on a gopro
I guess I don't fit up in the hood though
Yeah
I guess I'm not meant to be a hood bro
You on track you on track it's alright
You got stacks you got stacks in your mind
You ain't lost that aint facts you're just blind
You can never surf on a manmade wave
You can never surf on a manmade wave
You on track you on track it's alright
You got stacks you got stacks in your mind
You ain't lost that aint facts you're just blind
You can never surf on a manmade wave
You can never surf on a manmade wave
Whole squad pull through looking hella clean
Whip blacker than the masser's in the seventeens
Flow hotter than the devil on a whole other level
I done had to ask God if he could intervene
Life looking like a Hollywood movie scene
Women getting way wetter than a submarine
Dropping bars so golden with platinum schemes
I done caught the attention of the British queen like
I ain't goin lie that's pretty dope
If rapping was a faith then you'd be the pope
You're pretty gifted with the bars and the quotes
So am I beneath you well totally totes
Yeah thanks fam just what I need but I plan to stay rooted and nurture my seed
When that kiddie grow up he goin know the fruits of your labor's
More important than your fame and your greed
So you might have the plug, the sauce, the juice
Might be the drink, the booze, the goose
Claim you a God you catching my rod
Cos I lead the pack, the clan, the jews
Moses couldn't part the seas like me when my bars start splitting your brain wide open
Won't you come chill with the IV league, iDream Bounce theory the musical tokens yuh
You on track you on track it's alright
You got stacks you got stacks in your mind
You ain't lost that aint facts you're just blind
You can never surf on a manmade wave
You can never surf on a manmade wave