Famous (Interlude) Video (MV)

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