Fame (Prod. By Syndrome) Video (MV)

You famous nigga
Thank god you blew
Them hatin niggas
Say totallo
You steady spazzin
Let's get the loot
Cop burken bags and and
Mercedes Coupes

Niggas gonna know it's me
Cross the seven seas
And you best believe bruhhh
Spotify tellin me that my top two cities in Englanddd
Niggas lyin to my face tellin me they listen but they don't believe bruh
Shawties hit me on my phone sayin we compatible cause she a libra

Self belief is everything
Shout out to the queens
Chasin all they dreams
Shout out to the niggas puttin on they teams
Shoutout to the astronomical regime
Shoutout to the fans
Takin off McQueen
Straight up to the top
Jumpin off the beam
Tryna spread the positivity and gleam
Never be a deprivation to scene
Na na no

You famous nigga
Thank god you blew
Them hatin niggas
Say totallo
You steady spazzin
Let's get the loot
Cop burken bags and and
Mercedes Coupes

I remember barely startin out
Always had the talent
Never had the clout
Always loved the music
Never took the route
I recorded once
And knew it was my route

Now the talents scouts
Askin me about
And these local niggas
Really filled with doubt
And I body beats like I'm pacquio
In the May weather
She wear blouses out

She wanna hold me down because she know I'm next up
Hold me down cause I got golden chestnuts
Face down uh ass up
They pussy poppin
Put my bullet vest up

No time for temporary mess ups
No time for consequential fess ups
Stay down for ya people chest up
And oh again I'm the nigga next up

You famous nigga
Thank god you blew
Them hatin niggas
Say totallo
You steady spazzin
Let's get the loot
Cop burken bags and and
Mercedes Coupes