Dead & Famous - Yung Bleu, NoCap

If I could make it out the streets, I’d take the whole hood with me

BET Awards, I got the whole hood with me

He get out of line, I put a hole in a nigga

Thuggin' in these streets, they took the soul from a nigga

Said I’d rather be alive and local than dead and famous

I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I’m aiming

He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry

She been around me for a week, I still don’t know what her name is

I just came in for the takeover

I got different color bitches, Crayola

Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up

It don’t matter where I go, I don’t go sober

If I could stay up out the streets, a nigga would’ve been bigger, woah

Won’t play my cards with you again 'cause I don’t wanna deal with you, ayy

Main nigga switched up, shit got my heart heavy

Nigga, fuck Amiri jeans, thirty in my Embellish

Know I changed the rap game, but I don’t get no credit

Don’t touch my chain, give you niggas nothin' but lead

Montana got shot by the police while I was on set

I wanna get him out the streets, but now he goin' fed

I wanna dig my granny up and bury all this cash

You see it in my eyes, don’t you?

But you never ask

Said I’d rather be alive and local than dead and famous

I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I’m aiming

He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry

She been around me for a week, I still don’t know what her name is

I just came in for the takeover

I got different color bitches, Crayola

Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up

It don’t matter where I go, I don’t go sober

Sellin' drugs, same nigga that I trap with

Fell in love with a bitch I used to rap with

Hit him up

Can’t fit the dick up in her mouth, she gon' spit it up

No favoritism, anybody play, we hit 'em up

Street nigga, played the block and I wasn’t booksmart

I ain’t no bully, but all my cars, they be push-start

Gave him a sack and he ain’t move it, call him Rosa Parks

We from the jungle, you can’t be around here after dark

This chopper, it got ten clips like 106 &Park

Yeah, run it like a relay

And if you play the opps, shit, we up it on the DJ

Run around killin' shit like we just got this shit on freeplay, yeah

Now where the opps stay?

Where the cops stay?

If they kill another nigga, we gon' bust it broad day

Fifty thousand to my lawyer, I just beat a large case

And I had to hit her with my glove on like I’m Floyd May'

And I ain’t trustin' no bitches, I’m skeptical

But them diamonds in the bustdown Oyster Perpetual

Left all my sins in the church, I just did a confessional

Havin' a condom fuckin' you, you know I’m a professional, you know I…

Said I’d rather be alive and local than dead and famous

I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I’m aiming

He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry

She been around me for a week, I still don’t know what her name is

I just came in for the takeover

I got different color bitches, Crayola

Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up

It don’t matter where I go, I don’t go sober

It don’t matter where I go, I got that iron on me

Put that semen in her throat, I got her neck concrete

I don’t know how much he weigh, he softer than a poundcake

I don’t know who niggas know, I’m clutchin' on my fanbase

I wear black and white, no, I can’t listen what the Klan say

No smile up on my face, I’m lookin' like I had a bad day

And I will kill you broad day, well, bitch, don’t care 'bout what them fans say

That Lambo got the kit, I’m lookin' like I’m finna drag race

Said I’d rather be alive and local than dead and famous

I was taught to hit him, stand over him when I’m aiming

He been sellin' birds so long, the police angry

She been around me for a week, I still don’t know what her name is

I just came in for the takeover

I got different color bitches, Crayola

Backwoods for the dissin', we gon' roll up

It don’t matter where I go, I don’t go sober