Make Him Famous

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YungSpade

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Uh, posted up with sticks inside the A
Boy, I don't know you, if it's not about money get out my face
I'm still a hooper, not a gangsta, same nigga, ain't nothin' changed
Get off my tip, you postin' bout another man like everyday

I'm puttin' down the mic for months, but now I got some more to say
Stop cliquing up for a single man, cause on my momma that be lame
There's no more cap inside my rap, I advise y'all to do the same
I put my feelings on the mic, anytime I filled up with rage ayy

Anytime I filled up with rage
We crank inside the stu, man
I just freestylin' on this
Ayy, spade

Let's go
Wait, this the same beat
Man haaa

I'm bout to slide on this one too though
Freestyle, slide on this song real quick
There ain't no country livin' too though

I bound to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin' bout the tint
Call me Curry by the way I clutchin up shoot for the win
He got the tracker on his ankle, now he think that he a gangsta
See you slidin in that Honda, gotta hit you with that banger
All these different colored gangs, but I ain't talkin' power rangers
Your partner is on the news, I told that boy I'll make him famous
I'll make him famous

I nut up on her braces now our kids behind them bars
We sent another member to the heaven gates for actin' hard
I fought every opponent who beef with me, put that on god
You gotta treat me different, I'm still traumatized for what I saw
And I can see you through that 5% tinted shoot up the car
You can't be double R, you tryna be gangsta without a rod
He gettin high, call you when you land, he can touch the stars
He pass the clouds, that boy floatin in space, then fly to Mars
I'm the same age as her daughter, but I'm fuckin' on the mother
And don't think I'm tryna force it, cause we fuckin' on each other
And you know I been jumpin' on fences, tryna get out the gutter
Michael Myers, cause we cut throat, slice you with my cutter
Situation get sticky, it's feelin' like some peanut butter
Lil' bruh don't play with me, cause I can stamp, we'll put you under
Got that chopper in the car, every time it's shoot, it sound like thunder
I'd rather die as a man, cause on my mom, I ain't no runner
I ain't no runner

I bound to catch a body, double back, do it again
I spin your block just by myself 'cause DoubleM don't need a friend
The crackers pull me over, they complainin' bout the tint
Call me Curry by the way I clutchin up shoot for the win
He got the tracker on his ankle, now he think that he a gangsta
See you slidin in that Honda, gotta hit you with that banger
All these different colored gangs, but I ain't talkin' power rangers
Your partner is on the news, I told that boy I'll make him famous
I'll make him famous

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