Famous
Curren$y Lyrics


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And you could tell
From distance tryna figure
The reals say I'm
But I'm still
And you could tell

Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive

Ain't nothing change but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of letters
And numbers on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man watch my leather
'Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta in them Monsta beats radioactive,
I don't kick it with no rappers
They be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on Kris Kross,
Who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin'?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
Zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning
Staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about it
You can't deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
Whodini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed,
I sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man
Yeah

And I'm looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit
But I'm still

Looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit
But I'm still

I'm high again waiting on the sun
Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I'm in
But I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A milf hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rollin' that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dutch for homie, liquor
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us
Now in my presence they shook up




See where this rap shit done took us?
I'm still, still

Overall Meaning

In "Famous," Curren$y reflects on his fame and success in the rap game, showcasing his laid-back rap style over a smooth beat. Through the lyrics, Curren$y acknowledges that while some people view him as a celebrity, he still remains the same person, unchanged by the fame. He raps about his love of classic cars and describes the lifestyle that comes with being successful in the industry, including smoking weed and traveling on private planes. Despite his fame, Curren$y stays true to his independent spirit and states that he can make money without following the traditional music industry system. He ends the song by reiterating that he's still the same person, despite his fame.


One interesting fact about the song is that it samples the chorus of "You Can't Blame Me" by Johnson, Hawkins, Tatum & Durr, a soul group from Cleveland, Ohio. Another fact is that the line "Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive" references Curren$y's work with producer Monsta Beatz, who has worked on several of his projects. In addition, the line "Pen lyrics on back on these napkins" demonstrates Curren$y's writing process, as he often writes lyrics down on whatever is available.


Another fact about "Famous" is that it was released as a single in 2016, but it first appeared on Curren$y's 2015 mixtape "The Owners Manual." The song also features production from Purps of 808 Mafia and Harry Fraud. Additionally, the music video for "Famous" stars Curren$y and his friends relaxing on a private jet, showcasing his luxurious lifestyle.


In terms of chords, the beat for "Famous" relies heavily on synthesizers and drums, with no discernible guitar or bass parts. As such, there are no established chords for the song.


Line by Line Meaning

And you could tell
People can easily tell by just looking at me


From distance tryna figure
Even from far off, they can tell what I'm all about


The reals say I'm
Those who know me and what I represent say I'm on the right path


But I'm still
I remain true to my roots and who I am


Spitta in them monsta beats radioactive
I am a talented rapper and producer who brings a lot of energy to my music


Ain't nothing change but the weather
Despite all the changes around me, I remain the same at my core


And the temp tag sequence of letters
Even the smallest changes, like the license plate on my car, can affect my life


And numbers on my Chevelle
My car and other material possessions can cause people to act differently around me


You can ride, but hey man watch my leather
Even when people ride in my car, they need to be respectful of my property


'Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Anyone who disrespects my classic car will be kicked out and left behind


Rosae in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
I'm a laid-back kind of guy who likes to relax with a smoke and a drink


I don't kick it with no rappers
I don't associate with other rappers who aren't on my level


They be hustling backwards
Many other rappers are focused on making quick money instead of producing great music


Like the jeans on Kris Kross
They're like Kris Kross wearing their jeans backwards - trying too hard to be cool


Who you Mack daddy or daddy mackin'?
I don't care about their fake personas and posturing


Pen lyrics on back on these napkins
I write my music when inspiration strikes, even if it's on a napkin


Zoned out in a first class cabin
I'm successful enough to travel first class, but I'm not letting it get to my head


With noise cancellation headphones
I block out distractions to focus on my craft


Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning
I live life on my own terms and indulge in what I enjoy


Staring down at the ocean, inspired
I find inspiration in the simple beauty of the world around me


Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
I'm always creating and improving my music, inspired by my own passions and desires


Struggle a fence, you oughta get caught up in the barbed-wire
Even the obstacles that life throws my way won't stop me from chasing my dreams


I'm independent, fuck yo system I get paid without it
I'm successful on my own terms and don't need anyone else's approval or support


Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
I have a new girlfriend who shares my love for weed and music, and she's even a blogger


That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she rolled about it
We bond over our shared passion for music and weed and she writes about it in her blog


You can't deny it, I am a ridah word to Pac ambition
I am ambitious and driven just like Tupac and nothing can hold me back


Whodini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
Just like a magician, my girlfriend is skilled at disappearing when she needs her space


You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed
As I become more famous, my lifestyle and priorities will naturally shift


I sent to the waffle house twit my order from the car man
Even simple things like making breakfast can be done with efficiency and style


And I'm looking famous
I'm starting to become more recognizable to people everywhere


And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
By the way people react to me in public, I can see that I'm becoming more famous


The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit
Some people believe in my success, while others try to bring me down with their negativity


But I'm still
Despite all of the attention and fame, I'm still the same person I've always been


This is a scary movie I'm in
The entertainment industry can be overwhelming and intimidating at times


But I do it for all my folk who genuinely want me to win
I keep going because I know I have supporters who believe in me and want me to succeed


I do a lot a smoking to stay over this bogus shit
Weed helps me deal with the stress and negativity that come with the music industry


My money are not on these bitches, my focus is locked
I'm not wasting my time or money on women who aren't serious about me


Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
People should recognize and respect my contribution to the rap game


A milf hunter, ask yo momma she could vouch bitch
I'm not afraid to live my life and chase after what I want, even if it's older women


If she cool to fuck and down with rollin' that barney up
I'm not picky about the women I'm with as long as we have a good time and share interests


Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
I'm willing to wager and bet on myself and my success


See where this rap shit done took us?
I can't believe how far we've come in the hip-hop world


I'm still
No matter what happens or how famous I become, I'll always stay grounded and true to myself




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Ernesto Porcayo

Ain't nothing changed but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather
Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive
I don't kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast
This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire
I'm independent, fuck your system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it
You can't deny it, I'm a rider, word to Pac ambition
Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician
You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed
I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah

[Hook]
And I'm looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him
The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain’t shit, but I'm still

[Verse 2]
I'm high again waiting on the sun
Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I'm in
But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money and not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rolling that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
Hope you're hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us? I'm still, still..



All comments from YouTube:

techn1que

This jernt still giving me goosebumps 10 years later

7string wings

Same my dude.. Bout to do some kush ups myself

GeeMoney

Exactly my face artist get the chills when that beat drops🥶🥶🥶

Animehead720

That good bubble kushy

Dane Leslie

One of those beats that feels like the first time every time you listen.

Jay Dahnsaw

Fr

Tarrence Calhoun

No cap

Mark Benitez

Goes so hard

Jared Phipps

Fax

Fullmental Ducati

Hell yuh , I sung this song with him it was amazing!!

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