Benny The Butcher & Hit-Boy – Famous (Audio, Lyrics)

Benny The Butcher & Hit-Boy collaborate on another jam called “Famous”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Hit-Boy.

Benny The Butcher & Hit Boy Famous

Benny The Butcher and Hit-Boy didn’t disappoint with their joint effort, Burden Of Proof. A strong 12-song tracklist boasts features from OGs like Lil Wayne and Rick Ross to modern-day legends like Freddie Gibbs, Dom Kennedy, Big Sean, and of course, the Griselda crew. The strongest moments on Burden Of Proof happen when Benny’s left to his own devices. On “Famous,” Hit-Boy brings the pain out of Benny The Butcher with a roaring vocal chop and break-beat drums as the Griselda MC reflects on fame, money, and infamy. “And I never thought I’d make it out the hood/ And it don’t feel how I thought it should,” he repeats on the pre-chorus.

Benny The Butcher & Hit-Boy – Famous (prod. Hit-Boy)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ah
(Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1]
Money over fame, a real boss 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, uh
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 judge, and a sinner to the Pope
At least 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)

[Verse 2]
What’s fame to a nigga like me? You gotta think
‘Cause I’m from the cocaine era, we extinct
I curve a bougie bitch, but I put a project bitch in a mink
She love street niggas, so we gon’ fuck the first day we link
Huh, broken dreams on the street corner
I stayed down so I’ma probably peak on ’em before it reach autumn
Get in the booth, I recall it, then record it
And with this kind of watch, it’s hard to be normal
You know this kind of shit come with the game
Niggas call me just to check if my number the same, damn

[Pre-Chorus]
And I never thought I’d make it out the hood
And it don’t feel how I thought it should

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

[Outro]
Yeah, buz
I told you niggas wasn’t fuckin’ with you, man, get this shit
Real shit
All you bitch ass niggas who doubted us
All you bitch ass niggas who hated
All you stank ass bitches who shitted
I can only imagine the look on y’all faces right now
I can only imagine the feeling in your stomach right now
But guess what, you deserve to be there for not embracin’ real right niggas that’s searchin’ the truth
Benny the Best Ever N New York, straight like that
And BSF the movement, straight like that
You know what I mean?
Free [?] and then free [?]
And free the gang too
It’s the Black Soprano Family
Rest in peace DJ Shay, MachineGun Black