Benny the Butcher - Famous lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher - Famous lyrics]
Ah (Hit-Boy)
Money over fame
A real boss'll make his bitch one too
I did that twice 'cause everybody
In my clique one too
Now I'm headed to be the
Best, then the Presidents, we collect
That's what they judge us off, but that's
Just the pressure of bein' next, huh
They ask me how it feel
I guess niggas wanna know
I chose money over fame
How I end up with 'em both?
I'm just a dealer to the judgе
And a sinner to the Pope
At lеast could take two hundred grams out
Dependin' on the dope
I remember doin' stick ups for
Less than a hundred dollars
Now we don't get dressed for
Less than a hundred thousand
And I never think I'd make it out the hood
And it don't feel how I thought it would
'Cause I don't feel famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Ah, three Rollies, two cribs, six figures
And I still don't feel famous (Famous)
Yeah (Ah) , the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Yo)
What's fame to a nigga like
Me? You gotta think
'Cause I'm from the cocaine era, we extinct
I curve a bougie bitch
But I put a project bitch in a mink
She love street niggas
So we gon' fuck the first day we link
Huh, broken dreams on the street corner
I stayed down so I'ma probably peak
On 'em before it reach autumn
Get in the booth, I recall it, then record it
And with this kind of watch
It's hard to be normal
You know this kind of shit come with the game
Niggas call me just to check
If my number the same, damn
And I never thought I'd make it out the hood
And it don't feel how I thought it should
'Cause I don't feel famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Three Rollies, two cribs, six figures
And I still don't feel famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Yeah, the day I got my first brick
The only time a nigga really felt famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Yeah, buz
I told you niggas wasn't fuckin' with you
In the beginning of this shit, real shit
All you bitch ass niggas who doubted us
All you bitch ass niggas who hated
All you stank ass bitches who shitted
I can only imagine the look
On y'all faces right now
I can only imagine the feeling
In y'all stomach right now
But guess what, you deserve to be there
For not embracin' real right niggas
That's searchin' the truth
Benny the best ever, New York
Straight like that
And BSF the movement, straight like that
You know what I mean?
Free, free Jackson and free Dat
And free the gang too
It's the Black Soprano Family
Rest in peace DJ Shay and MachineGun Black
Yeah, buddy
Money over fame
A real boss'll make his bitch one too
I did that twice 'cause everybody
In my clique one too
Now I'm headed to be the
Best, then the Presidents, we collect
That's what they judge us off, but that's
Just the pressure of bein' next, huh
They ask me how it feel
I guess niggas wanna know
I chose money over fame
How I end up with 'em both?
I'm just a dealer to the judgе
And a sinner to the Pope
At lеast could take two hundred grams out
Dependin' on the dope
I remember doin' stick ups for
Less than a hundred dollars
Now we don't get dressed for
Less than a hundred thousand
And I never think I'd make it out the hood
And it don't feel how I thought it would
'Cause I don't feel famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Ah, three Rollies, two cribs, six figures
And I still don't feel famous (Famous)
Yeah (Ah) , the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Yo)
What's fame to a nigga like
Me? You gotta think
'Cause I'm from the cocaine era, we extinct
I curve a bougie bitch
But I put a project bitch in a mink
She love street niggas
So we gon' fuck the first day we link
Huh, broken dreams on the street corner
I stayed down so I'ma probably peak
On 'em before it reach autumn
Get in the booth, I recall it, then record it
And with this kind of watch
It's hard to be normal
You know this kind of shit come with the game
Niggas call me just to check
If my number the same, damn
And I never thought I'd make it out the hood
And it don't feel how I thought it should
'Cause I don't feel famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Three Rollies, two cribs, six figures
And I still don't feel famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Yeah, the day I got my first brick
The only time a nigga really felt famous
(Famous, famous, famous)
Yeah, buz
I told you niggas wasn't fuckin' with you
In the beginning of this shit, real shit
All you bitch ass niggas who doubted us
All you bitch ass niggas who hated
All you stank ass bitches who shitted
I can only imagine the look
On y'all faces right now
I can only imagine the feeling
In y'all stomach right now
But guess what, you deserve to be there
For not embracin' real right niggas
That's searchin' the truth
Benny the best ever, New York
Straight like that
And BSF the movement, straight like that
You know what I mean?
Free, free Jackson and free Dat
And free the gang too
It's the Black Soprano Family
Rest in peace DJ Shay and MachineGun Black
Yeah, buddy