[Lyric] Kanye West - Famous 𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘐𝘟 feat. Rick Ross Rihanna (Rap Boulevard)

[Intro: Nina Simone & 𝘙𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝘀𝘁]
Do what you gotta do
Come on back, see me when you can
𝘔𝘢𝘯, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦
𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦
𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝗦𝘄𝗶𝘇𝘇 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸

[Verse 1: Kanye West & 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘻 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘻]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best
Why? They mad they ain't famous (𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯)
They mad they still nameless (𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘮𝘢𝘯)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯)
Yeah, we still hood famous
[Chorus: Rihanna & 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘻 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘻]
I just wanted you to know
I've loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘖𝘩, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘶𝘱!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West & 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘻 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘻]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin'
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin'
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰!
We never gonna die, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰!
Woke up and felt the vibe, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰!
No matter how hard they try, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰!
We never gonna die

[Chorus: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤
I just wanted you to know
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The furnace, fires, fortunes, and the fumes
The aura arrogance is been known to fill the room
Boom, little nigga who are you?
Roc-A-Fella Records on record to kill a crew
Vegas in my palms a don like the [?]
Only one with beat taste from Kanye on my momma stew
For the ye I've been known to be Karmaloop
Malcom X in his head say my name and here come to troops
Hands out my pocket I cock it and let it loose
And Dame was spilling Armadale on a nigga boots
Martin Luther King's real estate was a dream
Farrakhan's farm was one that I once seen
The final call dogs stay on your dean
Fragrances Agent Provocateur stay on my queen
Mind your business the killers can intervene
I'm half naked in the GQ magazine
Tours looking like its wrestlemania
I'm The Rock setting fires to the stadium
Burn it down then I'm off to anther beat
Might get engages to a freak just for a couple weeks
Something I can't afford
If you not a playboy that's something I can't endorse
Win, lose, or draw William living like he Biggie Smalls
Balling its tax season I was born to be a boss
See that your face froze
Bobby Brown lockjaw, Whitney Houston in the ghost
Coogie and Cartier causalities of the fame
Your bitch MCM she even tagging my name
[Bridge: Sister Nancy & 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘻 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘻]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
'ey what a bam bam
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯', 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯
Bam bam
One thing you can't do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸
'ey what a bam bam
𝘔𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
'ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know