Famous (Interlude) Lyrics

Steady tryna let loose

Gun sing like its Pro-Tools

I be makin the movies in my head with your girlfriend in my bed uh

Still I'm goin to fast fast fast oh oh

Gotta slow down the track track track oh oh

Gotta stay on go (huh huh uh huh)

Makin' money on the low, uh-huh, keep my moves on the low, don't tell nobody, no, no, no

Gun sing like it's Taylor Swift famous

Keep it red beam when it's rainin

I be makin' the cash and now I'm rainin'

I be sippin' the purple rain and

I be makin' the music and makin' the bands

Makin' the love and I can't understand

Satan in my mind and God in my head, huh

It's confusing

Move to the left and the right

Step, step, might fall off tonight

Step, left, right might lose my confidence in my struggles, right

But I still keep a 40 tight, uh

In case the demons wanna fight, um

Feel like I'm Tyson, with the gun I'm gon' bite them

I done lost to many friends, I can't make no amends

They cut me off back then, now they callin' for respect

But I ain't Clueless like that Netflix special

I ain't Shameless like that Netflix special

I'm at the top of my level, I'm at the top of my level

And they just wanna leech off me

For the sack, yeah, chasin' the green

Gotta give them respect for that

Cause I be doin' the same

The difference is, they do what they can

I do what I please

I got money now, bitch, who gon' stop me huh

Gun sing like it's Taylor Swift famous

Keep it red beam when it's rainin

I be makin' the cash and now I'm rainin'

I be sippin' the purple rain and

I be makin' the music and makin' the bands

Makin' the love and I can't understand

Satan in my mind and God in my head, huh

It's confusing

Move to the left and the right

Step, step, might fall off tonight

Step, left, right might lose my confidence in my struggles, right

But I still keep a 40 tight, uh

In case the demons wanna fight, um

Feel like I'm Tyson, with the gun I'm gon' bite them

Rack it all, I'ma get the cash and stack it all

I'ma make my momma proud, that's a fact

Nobody could get in my way, nobody at all

Doin' it on my own, late at night in my room

In my mind, you know I roam

People callin' out my name, I won't pick up the phone

Cause I been played as a fool more than twice

Shame on you if you do it one more time

I'ma load up the chopper like J. Cole said, let it rain on you, uh-huh

Don't play me, don't test my limits

I'm pushin' my own limits

Ain't sleepin' like three days, but I ain't done, no, I ain't finished

Gotta thank God for my blessings, I done made it out, I ain't no stressin

Thank God that momma keep me on the right track

Now I gotta give her like a hundred presents

Gun sing like it's Taylor Swift famous

Keep it red beam when it's rainin

I be makin' the cash and now I'm rainin'

I be sippin' the purple rain and

I be makin' the music and makin' the bands

Makin' the love and I can't understand

Satan in my mind and God in my head, huh

It's confusing

Move to the left and the right

Step, step, might fall off tonight

Step, left, right might lose my confidence in my struggles, right

But I still keep a 40 tight, uh

In case the demons wanna fight, um

Feel like I'm Tyson, with the gun I'm gon' bite them