Kinda Famous - Ryan Carter

OK, I won’t lie

When I send Jigga a text, yep, I know he’s not replying

Just to let you know, I’m not a chump like him, I don’t be dodging

I’m the one that you dodge from

I’m the one that you gon run away from, hide in the closet

I’m the one you leave alone

I’m the one that when you round your

friends, you embarrased just to say you know

Then apologize for the levels I be on, like he is dumb… son

I’m young now, but God forbid I be a father figure

Better fucking reconsider, pot liquor sipping skipper

Well, I would tell you, gotta move on anyways

And when I’m with a stripper, I’m sniffing, before I pay

Prepaid, debit, or credit arranged for her

Take a Viagra tab earlier in the day for her

Just to sell a CD, tell her do she know that.

I’m Kinda famous

You ain’t gonna pull no triggers

Acting hardcore in front of lame wiggers

I be yellin what the problem is?

Running up they wanna take my freaking picture

OH NO!

I’m no longer that mysterious!

OH GEE!, I must be going delirious!

(AH YEAH YEAH! VERSE 2!)

Wait, wait, waiting for it

Waiting wait, wait, waiting for it

Got the whole fanbase out there waiting for it

New album once a year, they be waiting for it

Speaking of?

Tell me who I’m speaking of?

Tell me who I’m really thinking of

I left that studio exasperating, subpoena on my car laying for me

With a pissed-off psychiatrist and police waiting for me

DOWN NR!, FUCK ON THE GROUND NR!

YEAH THAT FUCKER CALLED ME NR, AND I’M ALMOST SHIT A BRICK

Don’t know who they fucked with,

reached on the ground and grabbed a monolith

Then right after, swung it back, aiming at the chumps

Then I fell down, leaking out my enzymes

OH SHIT!

mutha fuckas name was Rick Grimes

Hit me with the 45 like it’s fucking showtime

Shot my dick, had to cap my ass like 9 times

But even when I’m dead, I’m still there for ya

I’m online, in other words still wit ya

I’d probably live through that shit and go to jail for ya’ll

As long as I don’t get butt-raped or braid no hair for ya’ll

I’m kinda famous

You ain’t gonna pull no triggers

Acting hardcore in front of lame wiggers

I be yellin what the problem is?

Running up they wanna take my freaking picture

OH NO!

I’m no longer that mysterious!

OH GEE!, I must be going delirious!

(AH YEAH YEAH!)