DON’T BE FAMOUS (PUPPY Version)

[Verse 1: Merlyn Wood]

I sold that dope in the dormitory

I know my roommate informing on me

I told my momma she shouldn't worry

Stop taking student loans from the country

I will pay that shit off 'til I'm forty ('til I'm forty!)

I don't want to have to make McFlurries

Sellin' students single sacks got boring

My college kids facing keys like both quarters

My thug life to every lad sandstormin'

Set up shop, exhibit product like it's a car show

The shit is pure, man—what he sell the Sweet'n Low

Catchin' hell in my BM convertible

Deep Dallas in the winter, place so hard

Put that gold jump rope on the floor

[Chorus: Merlyn Wood]

You, you, you

Money dance with my crew

Yeah, you ain't knew

I had bands back in school

You, you, you

Monеy dance with my crew

Yeah, you ain't knеw

I had bands back in school

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]

F—fuck up the cops, they beating the cases

I see the pistol 'round waist and they aiming

White doesn't fly with carnations, they pain me

Family need a little sleep and serenity

Popping cherry cola like her virginity

Confidence sink on the brink of a better me

I keep an  eye open; your bitch in bed with me

Knowing that you will just bet on the death for me

I got the fragrance, throw me the cologne

Sipping so long, they love your cologne

Fuck the percentages, I want the leverage

I want the leverage

I be reserved, I do not blurt

Keep out my face with your petty lil' urge

Life like a blur, learn 'bout the curves

Skin and my body, I've been insecure

[Chorus: Merlyn Wood]

You, you, you

Money dance with my crew

Yeah, you ain't knew

I had bands back in school

You, you, you

Money dance with my crew

Yeah, you ain't knew

I had bands back in school

You, you, you

Money dance with my crew

Yeah, you ain't knew

I had bands back in school

You, you, you

Money dance with my crew

Yeah, you ain't knew

I had bands back in school

[Verse 3: Ameer Vann]

I had the dope and the digit' scale

I had to shovel that fishscale

I saw the lights and then ran from 'em

Got out of jail with a court summons

Man, it's so hard just to stop juggin'

Stealin' from niggas with one bullet

All that evil really got to me

Taking everything I got from me

Stole shit up at the penthouse

Writin' raps in the hills now

Now I'm worried if it's niggas coming

To reclaim what I stole from 'em

Drug dealers that I ran from

Coming at me with a handgun

Two shots, nigga, AND1

Now I'm dead like John Lennon

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]

I am from another dimension

Better step to me with nine hitmen

Freeway Ricky: I'm a line kingpin

This present moment's a divine vision

Saw my past and took a dive to dig in

Couldn't make myself a pot to piss in

Motivation lacking my decisions

This felt like a holy intervention

I put that pack in my undergarments

Them boys had locked the pharma' department

Packing up pills at the base apartment

I did a taste and thought it was garbage

Never had figured to ask who grabbed it

Noticed my friends had developed habits

Men and women both reduced to savage

Just to satisfy what needed scratching

MDMA mixed with bad karma

Spliffs from Newports rolled with marijuana

Someone broke in, saw the plug

Sent the law to his moms to put a slug on 'em

Boys woke him with the straps out

They ain't know it was the stash-house

Couple decades, got evaded

'Cause he moved the last piece before he passed out

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]

Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch

And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist

I light the spliff and I float by myself

I need some more time to find more of myself

Hurtin' myself, hurtin' my bitch

And I got diamonds that's hurtin' my wrist

I light the spliff and I float by myself

I need some more time to find more of myself