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Benny The Butcher – Famous

Benny The Butcher drops out another great hit for his die hard fans and this song is titled “Famous”.

And this music is lifted from his recently released album which is called “Burden Of Proof”.

 

Listen up below!.

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Famous Benny lyrics

[Intro]

Ah

(Hit-Boy)

 

[Verse 1]

Money over fame, a real boss make his bitch one too

I did that twice ’cause everybody in my clique one too

Now I’m headed to be the best, then the Presidents, we collect

That’s what they judge us off, but that’s just the pressure of bein’ next, uh

They ask me how it feel, I guess niggas wanna know

I chose money over fame, how I end up with ’em both?

I’m just a dealer to the judgе, and a sinner to the Pope

At lеast could take two hundred grams out, dependin’ on the dope

I remember doin’ stick ups for less than a hundred dollars

Now we don’t get dressed for less than a hundred thousand

 

[Pre-Chorus]

And I never think I’d make it out the hood

And it don’t feel how I thought it would

 

[Chorus]

‘Cause I don’t feel famous (Famous, famous, famous)

Ah, three Rollies, two cribs, six figures

And I still don’t feel famous (Famous)

Yeah (Ah), the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Yo)

 

[Verse 2]

What’s fame to a nigga like me? You gotta think

‘Cause I’m from the cocaine era, we extinct

I curve a bougie bitch, but I put a project bitch in a mink

She love street niggas, so we gon’ fuck the first day we link

Huh, broken dreams on the street corner

I stayed down so I’ma probably peak on ’em before it reach autumn

Get in the booth, I recall it, then record it

And with this kind of watch, it’s hard to be normal

You know this kind of shit come with the game

Niggas call me just to check if my number the same, damn

 

[Pre-Chorus]

And I never thought I’d make it out the hood

And it don’t feel how I thought it should

 

[Chorus]

‘Cause I don’t feel famous (Famous, famous, famous)

Three Rollies, two cribs, six figures

And I still don’t feel famous (Famous, famous, famous)

Yeah, the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Famous, famous, famous)

 

[Outro]

Yeah, buz

I told you niggas wasn’t fuckin’ with you, man, get this shit

Real shit

All you bitch ass niggas who doubted us

All you bitch ass niggas who hated

All you stank ass bitches who shitted

I can only imagine the look on y’all faces right now

I can only imagine the feeling in your stomach right now

But guess what, you deserve to be there for not embracin’ real right niggas that’s searchin’ the truth

Benny the Best Ever N New York, straight like that

And BSF the movement, straight like that

You know what I mean?

Free [?] and then free [?]

And free the gang too

It’s the Black Soprano Family

Rest in peace DJ Shay, MachineGun Black

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