Make Him Famous
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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