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big homiie g - don't wanna be famous lyrics

[intro]
and i ain’t hearin’ from him since and that sh+t got me p+ssed
drop that sh+t, t+head
woah

[chorus]
my n+gga called me for some cash and i ain’t give it to him
and i ain’t hearin’ from him since and that sh+t got me p+ssed
steady makin’ all these post like i don’t see his ig
talkin’ ’bout i’m changin’, i don’t wanna be famous
don’t let this sh+t go to your head, what if i ain’t have the bread?
what if i really was f+cked up but i ain’t know how to say it?
’cause everybody lookin’ at me like i ‘posed to have it
but i got kids too and i’m my kid’s daddy

[verse 1]
and take care of my mama, i make my nephews happy
and i go through sh+t just like you, that’s why my dreads nappy
i be paranoid too, gotta watch everybody
don’t know if it’s rеal or fake, love got me scarеd ’bout it
don’t know if it’s real or fake, love got me scared
i can’t sleep at night, i keep hearin’ voices in my head
i keep havin’ dreams i might get picked up by the feds
i stopped poppin’ meds crazy when they found my n+gga dead
before my uncle died, they had to cut off one of his legs
why i keep runnin’ this sh+t up? i can’t give up
n+ggas got they hand out but they were never with us
i never had my hand out, i always went and re’d+up, woah
[chorus]
my n+gga called me for some cash and i ain’t give it to him
and i ain’t hearin’ from him since and that sh+t got me p+ssed
steady makin’ all these post like i don’t see his ig
talkin’ ’bout i’m changed, i don’t wanna be famous
don’t let this sh+t go to your head, what if i ain’t have the bread?
what if i really was f+cked up but i ain’t know how to say it?
’cause everybody lookin’ at me like i ‘posed to have it
but i got kids too and i’m my kid’s daddy

[verse 2]
and i’m locked in with cuz, i pray that we never change
i got back off that lil’ l!ck and bought a bigger chain
get to get me in my feelings every time it rain
i pop way too many meds, i be tryna stop the pain
feelin’ like they just want money every time they say my name
she stop pickin’ up for me, i guess her feelings changed
i ain’t gotta have no suit and tie on, be no business man
i’m dripped in this palm angels, i handle my business, man
when i walk in the bank, they greet me by mister speaks
gotta get these squares out my circle, that’s how sh+t leak
tryna play me like ps5, boy, that sh+t weak
if i said it, i ain’t lyin’, why you tryin’ me? woah

- big homiie g lyrics

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