Tell them that I wnna be famous
Tell me what I gatta do
I want a hundred K up in my pockets
Tell me what I gatta move
Listening to mellow vibes in my room
So bored, what else do I gatta do
I've gotta couple verses I'm tryna hop on
These forces don't want me to get loose
I still got a song that's on the pitch
Ambition of a man to get rich
Just stroll around the city with a Benz
I hit my banker up and the make the rain dance
Dreams in a mansion on the .44
Saucers in the mountains I pull with cloaks
It's scotching on a Sunday, we should really go
To church, to be cleansed among the angels
Wooo
Do I need to get Famous
I'm I floating in the clouds, Yeah
Dap me up, yeah with a Saber
The room wavy
Tell them that I wonna make songs
These beats for me is where I belong
Gat the company I rap for on their toes
I can make it on my own
These emotions gat me tripping lately
This ain't like me
I've got a goal for rap to pay me
It gotta pay me
I prefer these Adlibs get too faded
And get slimy
On my moves like I am Usher Raymond
Or Michael Jackson
Number one this industry run by me, now run the pages
This art money should compare to Fenty, or maybe Gucci
If you want me then you gotta tell me, I'm way too busy
On my grind like I be selling coke, or fake Jehovahs
Depending on this cash, I'll get you litty boo
I don't care if you lie to me, your loss I guess
I came in for a reason, stars is manifested
I will make it nigga watch out for this space
Wooo
Do I need to get Famous
I'm I floating in the clouds, Yeah
Dap me up, yeah with a Saber
The room wavy
Do I need to get famous
Do I need to get famous
Wooooooooo