Famous Benny the Butcher

[Intro]
Ah
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1]
Money over fame, a real boss'll make his bitch one too
I did that twice 'cause everybody in my clique one too
Now I'm headed to be the best, then the Presidents, we collect
That's what they judge us off, but that's just the pressure of bein' next, huh
They ask me how it feel, I guess niggas wanna know
I chose money over fame, how I end up with 'em both?
I'm just a dealer to the judgе, and a sinner to the Pope
At lеast could take two hundred grams out, dependin' on the dope
I remember doin' stick ups for less than a hundred dollars
Now we don't get dressed for less than a hundred thousand

[Pre-Chorus]
And I never think I'd make it out the hood
And it don't feel how I thought it would

[Chorus]
'Cause I don't feel famous (Famous, famous, famous)
Ah, three Rollies, two cribs, six figures
And I still don't feel famous (Famous)
Yeah (Ah), the day I got my first brick, the only time a nigga really felt famous (Yo)