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Artiste : Yung Bleu
Titre : Dead & Famous
[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 nigga
Thuggin´ in these streets, they took the soul from a nigga

[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 bitches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin´, we gon´ roll up
It don´t matter where I go, I don´t go sober

[NoCap]
If I could stay up out the streets, a nigga would´ve been bigger, woah
Won´t play my cards with you again ´cause I don´t wanna deal with you, ayy
Main nigga switched up, shit got my heart heavy
Nigga, fuck 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 niggas 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

[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 bitches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin´, we gon´ roll up
It don´t matter where I go, I don´t go sober

[Yung Bleu]
Sellin´ drugs, same nigga that I trap with
Fell in love with a bitch I used to rap with
Hit him up
Can´t fit the dick up in her mouth, she gon´ spit it up

No favoritism, anybody play, we hit ´em up
Street nigga, 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, shit, we up it on the DJ
Run around killin´ shit like we just got this shit on freeplay, yeah
Now where the opps stay? Where the cops stay?
If they kill another nigga, 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 bitches, I´m skeptical
But them diamonds in the bustdown Oyster Perpetual
Left all my sins in the church, I just did a confessional
Havin´ a condom fuckin´ you, you know I´m a professional, you know I...

[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 bitches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin´, we gon´ roll up
It don´t matter where I go, I don´t go sober

[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 niggas know, I´m clutchin´ on my fanbase

[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, bitch, don´t care ´bout what them fans say
That Lambo got the kit, I´m lookin´ like I´m finna drag race

[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 bitches, Crayola
Backwoods for the dissin´, we gon´ roll up

It don´t matter where I go, I don´t go sober