[Intro]
Spencer, what up bro?
I appreciate you my nigga
Finally Famous Nigga
[Verse 1: John.]
From Al Wissam to Helmut Lang/it's like a lot of my friends became estranged/Some of them say I changed, they say it all in vain/I didn't work this hard to stay the motherfucking same/the decadence of elegance is pretty fucking evident/most of the hate you get comes from anger and irrelevance/...that's what jealous is/drum me up in discussion/of they play the percussion..? well fuck them/'cause everybody gets a view even on the bottom/when you see it from the top you don't give a fuck about them/Henri Matisse tell me what you know about him/right wine for the feast tell me what you know about it/talk Bordeaux's from the year of the hare/and pop champagne from a vintage that's rare/we live a lifestyle you're invited to share/and this Old Boys Club got a wonderful feel, yea
[Hook: Abbey Lincoln]
[Verse 2: John.]
From a balcony in Paris to a terrace in the states/split time between country side villas and estates/Delmonico Steaks, red meat, red wine, white wine with everything else/me and Carl eating escargot/you know snails/obsession with luxury and beautiful views/and I need a monay...Janelle or Claude/that's É-T or A-E stay with me my dawg/you'll learn to speak the lingo of Setai's and Bellagio's/while you sip that Pellegrino and
You mingle with them gringo's/that's a far cry from the westside and evergreen where Blade died/moment of silence/S-T-L, D-G-E, still F-F-O-E/roll with O-C-B and my nigga B-I-G/until a nigga D-I-E, the Motor City is my home/and I ain't fully dressed until I put my city on
[Hook: Abbey Lincoln]
[Verse 3: John.]
When I finally wake up I'll be right back on the couch/right on 7mile back in my mothers house/reading a little Proust/remembering things past/living inside the moment cause nothing good ever lasts/I gotta live my dreams/cause that would be reality/death would be a 9 to 5 and a base salary/of 30k a year life's to short to live in fear/I need a stage in front of believers singing along and shedding tears/need to be seen and appear as a peer to all the greats/they don't remember how you start but rather hoes you end the race/in the face of adversity I triumph/used to think it happened overnight now I know what the climb is/cold world, my advice dress for the climate/the women that you chasing put your money on a diet/from the start play your part/enjoy the shit that is provided/if you tend to talk a lot know that strength is in the silence
[Hook: Abbey Lincoln]
[Outro]
I can't thank people enough
Mommy I'll see you soon, Love you
MOMCON
Carl, Aaron, Robert...All My family, y'all made this shit possible
Finally Famous Nigga
Spencer, what up bro?
I appreciate you my nigga
Finally Famous Nigga
[Verse 1: John.]
From Al Wissam to Helmut Lang/it's like a lot of my friends became estranged/Some of them say I changed, they say it all in vain/I didn't work this hard to stay the motherfucking same/the decadence of elegance is pretty fucking evident/most of the hate you get comes from anger and irrelevance/...that's what jealous is/drum me up in discussion/of they play the percussion..? well fuck them/'cause everybody gets a view even on the bottom/when you see it from the top you don't give a fuck about them/Henri Matisse tell me what you know about him/right wine for the feast tell me what you know about it/talk Bordeaux's from the year of the hare/and pop champagne from a vintage that's rare/we live a lifestyle you're invited to share/and this Old Boys Club got a wonderful feel, yea
[Hook: Abbey Lincoln]
[Verse 2: John.]
From a balcony in Paris to a terrace in the states/split time between country side villas and estates/Delmonico Steaks, red meat, red wine, white wine with everything else/me and Carl eating escargot/you know snails/obsession with luxury and beautiful views/and I need a monay...Janelle or Claude/that's É-T or A-E stay with me my dawg/you'll learn to speak the lingo of Setai's and Bellagio's/while you sip that Pellegrino and
You mingle with them gringo's/that's a far cry from the westside and evergreen where Blade died/moment of silence/S-T-L, D-G-E, still F-F-O-E/roll with O-C-B and my nigga B-I-G/until a nigga D-I-E, the Motor City is my home/and I ain't fully dressed until I put my city on
[Hook: Abbey Lincoln]
[Verse 3: John.]
When I finally wake up I'll be right back on the couch/right on 7mile back in my mothers house/reading a little Proust/remembering things past/living inside the moment cause nothing good ever lasts/I gotta live my dreams/cause that would be reality/death would be a 9 to 5 and a base salary/of 30k a year life's to short to live in fear/I need a stage in front of believers singing along and shedding tears/need to be seen and appear as a peer to all the greats/they don't remember how you start but rather hoes you end the race/in the face of adversity I triumph/used to think it happened overnight now I know what the climb is/cold world, my advice dress for the climate/the women that you chasing put your money on a diet/from the start play your part/enjoy the shit that is provided/if you tend to talk a lot know that strength is in the silence
[Hook: Abbey Lincoln]
[Outro]
I can't thank people enough
Mommy I'll see you soon, Love you
MOMCON
Carl, Aaron, Robert...All My family, y'all made this shit possible
Finally Famous Nigga
( John )
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