Fame (Prod. By Syndrome)

You famous nigga Thank god you blew Them hatin niggas Say totallo You steady spazzin Let's get the loot Cop burken bags and and Mercedes Coupes Niggas gonna know it's me Cross the seven seas And you best believe bruhhh Spotify tellin me that my top two cities in Englanddd Niggas lyin to my face tellin me they listen but they don't believe bruh Shawties hit me on my phone sayin we compatible cause she a libra Self belief is everything Shout out to the queens Chasin all they dreams Shout out to the niggas puttin on they teams Shoutout to the astronomical regime Shoutout to the fans Takin off McQueen Straight up to the top Jumpin off the beam Tryna spread the positivity and gleam Never be a deprivation to scene Na na no You famous nigga Thank god you blew Them hatin niggas Say totallo You steady spazzin Let's get the loot Cop burken bags and and Mercedes Coupes I remember barely startin out Always had the talent Never had the clout Always loved the music Never took the route I recorded once And knew it was my route Now the talents scouts Askin me about And these local niggas Really filled with doubt And I body beats like I'm pacquio In the May weather She wear blouses out She wanna hold me down because she know I'm next up Hold me down cause I got golden chestnuts Face down uh ass up They pussy poppin Put my bullet vest up No time for temporary mess ups No time for consequential fess ups Stay down for ya people chest up And oh again I'm the nigga next up You famous nigga Thank god you blew Them hatin niggas Say totallo You steady spazzin Let's get the loot Cop burken bags and and Mercedes Coupes