Ghetto Famous lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Javar]
BandGang
(Bands made this, period)

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Supposedly, whenever n*ggas see me out, it's bad for me
In person they want autographs, pictures with they family
In my DMs with that wack-ass music, nagging me
Find out what I charge for a feature, then be mad at me
All the hoes get blessed when Rose around like they got allergies
You don't pay for sh*t, wanted to listen, audacity
This my strategy
I'll spend that sh*t and get it back when we in Tennessee
They made fun of me in school, clothеs raggedy
Mama couldn't get me namе brand on our salary
Smiles put me up to punches, brutality
I knew I was facing thirty years, did it happily

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Hey, nine grams in that loose leaf is a capacity
I had an accident, done came back harder like I'm Cassidy
I heard I was the dopest n*gga out, but ain't no bagging me
I made a lot of cream off the ice, no Master P
Cuban weigh a brick, my AP cost a half a slab
Master everything that I do, I got the gift of gab
I'm on his ass, he try to run, you know them switchies fast
I'm tryna make a million f*cking dollars, f*ck getting some ass
Ha, guess what? You n*ggas ass backwards
Before I ever picked up a mic, I was a Glad wrapper
Now they pay me to talk my sh*t, I used to wrap a brick
Ghetto boy, grinded out the mud, now my statis rich
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggs]
I'm a real n*gga first, never put the fam last (Come on, now)
Made a hundred last month, could show you how to get a bag
You gon' always have haters, you can't make everybody glad (At all)
I be putting God first, you ain't gon' never see me sad
Only way to go is up, you ain't gon' never see me down
Got a pocket full of blues every time I come around
I be praying on that road, hope we make it safe and sound
I sell fifty at a time, ain't got time to break it down
In Miami on a boat, wrist water like the shore
I ain't never seen your broke ass in Miami 'cause you poor
Killers searching for your head like they Dora, they explore
I can keep upping tickets on your head, pape' galore
Slime a n*gga out 'cause I'm a certified trapper
See you out, ain't got no blicky, you a certified capper
Last n*gga disappeared, we make pus*y n*ggas vanish
All this money coming in, this sh*t getting hard to manage