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famous - 21 savage lyrics

rags to riches, n-gg- came from the bottom
hood rats, now a n-gg- f–kin’ 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’, n-gg-
i was gettin’ bags for the free
21 gang, they were right beside me
and they still with me, n-gg-, i’m on tv
couple n-gg-s switched up, b-tched up, f–k ’em
i can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
i’m too, too player to put a b-tch before my brother
i’m too street smart, n-gg-, to serve a undercover
n-gg-s tryna clone a n-gg-‘s sh-t, d-mn, woah
used to drive a hotbox, sh-t, lambo
n-gg-s want a handout, sh-t, mine broke
i grinded for this sh-t, i grinded for this sh-t
can’t change on my game, n-gg-s still here
kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the sh-t real
n-gg-s rappin’ ’bout sh-t they ain’t even lived
n-gg-s lyin’, i can hear it in their ad-libs
i’m poppin’ percocets, b-tch, not advil
it’s kinda f–ked up what they did to black, d-mn
if i catch him in the trap, i’ma whack him
i catch that boy in traffic, n-gg-, i’ma whack him
n-gg-, 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 b-mps in the road like acne
had to sell dope, i couldn’t be an athlete
i’m a solid young n-gg-, you can ask c
the internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me

i’m a street n-gg-, yeah i’m famous
i’m a rapper, n-gg-, and i’m g-ngb-ngin’
everybody k!ll a n-gg-, what you claimin’?
everybody get it with your n-gg- flamin’
all these chains on a n-gg- like i’m stranglin’
ran off with your money, n-gg-, guess we straight then
you knockoff g-ngb-ngers 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
n-gg- one thousand, i’m beyond g
i put my main b-tch inside givenchy
n-gg-s still askin’, “can you front me?”
my old ho sayin’, “boy you growed up”
promethazine, it got a n-gg- slowed up
too solid, p-ssy n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s knew me ‘fore i blowed up
savage mode drop, now my price’ll go up
streets cold, n-gg-, they ain’t showin’ no love
n-gg-s get in front of judge and they fold up
face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

couple n-gg-s switched up, b-tched up, f–k ’em
i can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
i’m too, too player to put a b-tch before my brother
i’m too street smart, n-gg-, to serve a undercover

- 21 savage lyrics

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