Dead & Famous lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bleu]
(SephGotTheWaves)
(jwestbeats)
If I could make it out the streets, I'd take the whole hood with me
BET Awards, I got the whole hood with me
He get out of line, I put a hole in a n*gga
Thuggin' in these streets, they took the soul from a n*gga

[Chorus: NoCap]
Said I'd rather be alive and local than dead and famous
I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I'm aiming
He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry
She been around me for a week, I still don't know what her name is
I just came in for the takeover
I got different color b*tches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up
It don't matter where I go, I don't go sober

[Verse 1: NoCap]
If I could stay up out the streets, a n*gga would've been bigger, woah
Won't play my cards with you again 'cause I don't wanna deal with you, ayy
Main n*gga switched up, sh*t got my heart heavy
n*gga, f*ck Amiri jeans, thirty in my Embellish
Know I changed the rap game, but I don't get no credit
Don't touch my chain, give you n*ggas nothin' but lead
Montana got shot by the police while I was on set
I wanna get him out the streets, but now he goin' fed
I wanna dig my granny up and bury all this cash
You see it in my eyes, don't you? But you never ask
[Chorus: NoCap]
Said I'd rather be alive and local than dead and famous
I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I'm aiming
He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry
She been around me for a week, I still don't know what her name is
I just came in for the takeover
I got different color b*tches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up
It don't matter where I go, I don't go sober

[Verse 2: Yung Bleu]
Sellin' drugs, same n*gga that I trap with
Fell in love with a b*tch I used to rap with
Hit him up
Can't fit the di*k up in her mouth, she gon' spit it up
No favoritism, anybody play, we hit 'em up
Street n*gga, played the block and I wasn't booksmart
I ain't no bully, but all my cars, they be push-start
Gave him a sack and he ain't move it, call him Rosa Parks
We from the jungle, you can't be around here after dark
This chopper, it got ten clips like 106 & Park
Yeah, run it like a relay
And if you play the opps, sh*t, we up it on the DJ
Run around killin' sh*t like we just got this sh*t on freeplay, yeah
Now where the opps stay? Where the cops stay?
If they kill another n*gga, we gon' bust it broad day
Fifty thousand to my lawyer, I just beat a large case
And I had to hit her with my glove on like I'm Floyd May'
And I ain't trustin' no b*tches, I'm skeptical
Put them diamonds in the bustdown Oyster Perpetual
Left all my sins in the church, I just did a confessional
Havin' a condom f*ckin' you, you know I'm a professional, you know I...
[Chorus: NoCap]
Said I'd rather be alive and local than dead and famous
I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I'm aiming
He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry
She been around me for a week, I still don't know what her name is
I just came in for the takeover
I got different color b*tches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up
It don't matter where I go, I don't go sober

[Verse 3: NoCap]
It don't matter where I go, I got that iron on me
Put that semen in her throat, I got her neck concrete
I don't know how much he weigh, he softer than a poundcake
I don't know who n*ggas know, I'm clutchin' on my fanbase

[Verse 4: Yung Bleu]
I wear black and white, no, I can't listen what the Klan say
No smile up on my face, I'm lookin' like I had a bad day
And I will kill you broad day, well, b*tch, don't care 'bout what them fans say
That Lambo got the kit, I'm lookin' like I'm finna drag race

[Chorus: NoCap]
Said I'd rather be alive and local than dead and famous
I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I'm aiming
He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry
She been around me for a week, I still don't know what her name is
I just came in for the takeover
I got different color b*tches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up
It don't matter where I go, I don't go sober