Not Really Famous - Justin Stone

If I’ma flex I’ma do this shit like «Wow, I’m so proud»

No cheques, no fans at my show kinda hurt like Ow, like ow

I’ma stay locked up in my penthouse, do you really think I worry about a bitch

now

Do you really think I’ma pick up your call

Hell nah I’m gonna fucking sit down

I thought I would be happy

Looks like y’all got me, fall asleep in the lobby

Marriot discounts, shoutout to my bro bro couple people know me

Never want a photo

It’s cool, no sweat

I don’t even know what’s left

Think I should take my meds for OCD like what is rest

Can’t tell you that last week I was only happy

Was supposed to blow up, I guess I’m just average

I compare myself, I feel small no lying

I don’t trust y’alls to have my back so fuck you too, I’m done with trying

I’m not famous, I’m just playing

I don’t feel worth the cash, all the cash that I’ve been making

No self-worth, no respect, got some trauma fuck my ex

Take a shot like this might help, can’t live like that

Yeah

Guess I’m not really famous

Guess I’m not really famous

Guess I’m not really famous

I’ma be highkey honest, I’m depressed, fucking mess

Stress myself right out my fucking chest

Check my numbers, not my texts

Hit me up, I feel press

I can’t say no, be too nice sometimes

I need space

I should face issues, I feel misused

I don’t want you to see my bad sides

Feel too close so I push back

Hate myself and they love that

Looking for a reason not to give up, give up

Yeah

I’m not famous, I’m just playing

I don’t feel worth the cash, all the cash that I’ve been making

No self-worth, no respect, got some trauma fuck my ex

Take a shot like this might help, can’t live like that

Yeah