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so famous - murs & el lif beatz lyrics

[intro]
sh*t is a mess, look
el lif on the beat
let’s start with the hook, and then we’ll see where we go from there, look
hmm
woo!

[chorus]
i can make you famous if you act right
tell you what the game is if the cash right
yesterday ain’t today’s gas price
i think i was a gun in my past life
soul leave your body like a shotgun
you lookin’ for a b*tch and i am not one
standin’ by the body when the cops come
god sent me on a mission and it got done

[verse 1]
the irs told me get my tax right
but bi’ ain’t givin’ out free crack pipes
america addicted to the gun play
drop a body, go to church on a sunday
praise the lord and pass the ammunition (uh*uh)
violence ain’t nothin’ but american tradition
the blood in the soil, it’s indigenous
this country founded on murder, let’s remember this
we follow laws made by criminals
slave owners, but you’re sick individuals
you cancel bill, then spend a dollar bill
how many people do you think the founding fathers k!lled?
wrong is wrong, but the energy be different
like the masses got a habit of forgettin’
different timeline, so it’s not a crime
i say: f*ck a murderer or rapist of any kind
[chorus]
i could make you famous if you act right (heh)
tell you what the game is if the cash right
yesterday ain’t today’s gas price
i think i was a gun in my past life
soul leave your body like a shotgun
you lookin’ for a b*tch and i am not one
standin’ by the body when the cops come
god sent me on a mission and it got done

[verse 2]
i can make a sun out a flashlight
make a holiday out a bad night
i could tell you ’bout the ghetto, make you sing about it
make the kids in the ‘burbs all dream about it, ahh
this a lullaby, sing it like a lullaby
goodnight, shoulda f*cked with another guy
take you out your shoes, you won’t make the news
long guesses, black and brown bodies, you ain’t breakin’ rules
i dream it, and you stream it
it’s a party ’til the body hit the cement
cold case, cold game, it’s the evidence
now the police ’bout to raid my residence
tryna say if i tell i won’t go to jail
grizzly jersey, only time that i f*ck with 12
tell it like a true story but you made it up
and if you believe these suckers then you lame as f*ck…

- murs el lif beatz lyrics

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