Tre Present - Famous
They in my ear saying TreYou know you gone make it
Just keep making those bangers
Let's face it you gone be famous
I respond I’m straight
Just make sure I’m on ya playlist
And I appreciate
Now sit back relax when you play this
They hitting me like Present these peasants not on yo level
That's because I bring that hard your ear canal heavy metal
The melody
It rest in me
Honestly
Something special
Cuz I preach with every muscle
Every bone in my body
Every vessel
Give me 9 years
Have my mind clear
Paid off, living debt free
Family up in Ghana hit the water with the jet ski
Make sure that my bros 10 ten toes
Life hit the hesi
Then they don't fall from that crossover
That's Jesus stepping
So I hope they stay prayed up, I swear I ain’t ashamed boy
I see them playing with their life, treat it like a game boy
That Nerf gun turn into a 9 mill, it's the same toy
Different outcome, if they decide to spray boy
Caprison straws
For you all
That's living a cap
The gift I have
Will always last
Because it’s bigger than rap
I know that I possess a talent
Therefore I spread the glory
Of my God and that’s for sure
I hope you all know the story
And if you didn’t
He the reason that I’m still in the fight
Winters gone be hard but they prepare you for life
That’s when the winds start getting stronger
And chilly nights get longer
He the one who makes the fire
To aspire ignite
We face these battles by day
From demons invading space
Exchange my sword for a spear
The biggest, the shield of the faith
He made my charges disappear
The judge had dismissed the case
So shout to Christ the superhero
F**k a man with a cape
And I ain't tryna spend my whole getting all the attention
Watch through the life
The cameras, the lens, no damn prescription
The industry is cold as fuck
Man that's how they be living
But I can't make no deal with Lucy not in this business for fame
Jumping to conclusions
Now that’s back wards
Call it Criss Cross
They don’t get the picture cuz it’s moving
Turn GIF off
Talking out your ass, that's diarrhea
Turn that shit off
Cop some Big Baller Brand
Understand I got big balls
Not even 5’ 10
But My friend
I'ma big boss
Ima hang this rapping shit up
And let it air out
Dining with the Devil
Watch how n****s pull the chair out
Took a break cause I was living fast
And people had to clear out
And I needed a clear route
Cause stuff was getting blurry
Time was passing fast
I almost crashed was in a hurry
The game is insane
Cuz it gives you so much pain
But once you try to take a break
Throw you away and burn your jersey
I count my winnings and then my blessing I’m staying humble
I’m staying true to my inner self living in this jungle
To get the bread, keep my family fed
Is the ultimatum
And toast on our victories
On way more occasions
I fiend for more
Spread my wings and soar
I’m never complacent
Gotta be grateful
I’m breathing
So I can't be complaining
I see that life is a test we just in search for the answers
And I detest to the fame so picture that with a camera
(Got the cold and shit)
Serving these junkies
Collecting they money
They keep coming back
Smoking on gas
That leave you on your ass
I can tell that you smacked (I can tell that you gone)
I use to wanna be seen
My OG told me to relax (Under control)
Plus I'm prestige
So I watch my back
Totaled whip
I push up in the Lyft
If the driver is white then I calling him mayo
0 degrees
Plus my neck gonna freeze (Ice)
Cuban link on that Ayo and Teo (dancing)
Might cop a P
But I can’t sign a plea
So that means that I just gotta lay low
I juggle the onions, the buttons, the drop for the Faygo
I had to switch up my line
A couple of times
Them boys out here tapping the pay phones
Baby girl looks like a dime
But blowing high
She got questions outta the A-hole
Smoke gone leave you hypnotized
I swear I don’t lie
If I snap my finger you K.O
Watch what’s around
When I’m in my town
Cause n****s they plot
It’s going down
So boy hit the ground
Or you can pose for the shot
Stacking this bread
It just grew some legs
And it just walked to the bank
Look out ahead
Watch the feds
Because they gone throw you away
N****a I’m not playing games
Cause a lotta shit changed
And I blame it on time
When I transformed to a man
I developed a plan
To stack up and survive
Now I look over the land
Cause I sit in God's hand
Wave at me in the sky
People say you gonna make it
You gonna be famous
Boy I rather die
Man, I'm not tryna be famous, I don't want to be on your tour
I don't want to be on your label, don't hit my line for none of that shit
We just out here getting this paper, that's it!
Serving these junkies
Collecting they money
They keep coming back
Smoking on gas
That leave you on your ass
I can tell that you smacked (I can tell that you gone)
I use to wanna be seen
My OG told me to relax (Under control)
Plus I'm prestige
So I watch my back
Totaled whip
I push up in the Lyft
If the driver is white then I calling him mayo
0 degrees
Plus my neck gonna freeze (Ice)
Cuban link on that Ayo and Teo (dancing)
Might cop a P
But I can’t sign a plea
So that means that I just gotta lay low
Written by:
Tre Present
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