Kap Callous

Kap Callous - Lonely Famous lyrics

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Feat. Jon Connor & Preauxx

(Hook)

I just wanna see the fame, world be callin' my name

He no roofin' my top, fuck the gold in yo chain

Fit it off o'my city, lil' hommie, don't play

Bring yo homegirl wit me, ain't ya glad that I came now?

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

Ain't ya glad that I came now?

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

(Verse: Jon Connor)

I'm a Hollywood don, call me Hollywood John

Niggas know what da fuck this is

I luv this shit. They say the game leav' da fuck, niggas where?

I luv this bitch. Neva had a hoe, keep her marked, ghetto

Goin' back to how Jimi Hendrix fell in luv wit Monroe

It's the game, the shit dun' change

Small window of opportunity 'for they close da door

Fifteen, man it sell so fast, lil' bit of flash, lil' bit of cash

Lil' bit of this, lil' bit of that

Get a little act, look at that, man you flap back on yo ass

One hit wonder like I wonder

What happened to homeboy from last summer?

The whole hood loved him, now he in I5 and he back the bag of cucumbers

Shit sad but it still happen

I know niggas 45 and they still rappin'

The nigga say he got da plug, musta missed that one

He on his fifth bae momma and his six album

Damn, livin' the dream, ready to crash witness

While I'm killin' the sheet, ready to stash weapons

Peg leg, you dead, nigga ya half steppin'

These punch lines for niggas need the ass wippin'

See, I can hear ya mustar music

That will resolve with you havin' brunk o' bruises

? contusions that will leave you black and blue

Type of shit that a muthafuckin; punk pursue 'em

(Let 'em know, bra)

It's just me and my twin, the game I play, they know that I'm gonna win

Y'all don't know the depths that we've been

Hell yea, we deserve the spot that we in

Done!

(Verse: Kap Kallous)

And I'm savin' it, put a flag in the game, I'm claimin' it

And all the words that I say gon' pay the rent

One day I'll be yo fuckin' favorite

Till then, I'mma kill these shows

Stunt on hoes wit my B-Boy pose

State by state I'mma save these souls

Till the blood in my veins went thru my clothes

Oh, Jon Connor with me

Big prunks flow wit tha mind of fifty

Time to indie, I'm a nipsy

Since day one had the hustle in me

I'm a gold getter. I get dough and I know betta than

To fuck wit a lonely hoe that don't better you

Incredible, instincts instead of you tellin' me what I should do

You do it! I'm movin', I'm fluid, I do it, I get it

I said it, I meant it, I'm bet in a million credits

That none of y'all ever could measure the ball that

I send for myself

And nobody else, I'm sending these rappers, they gettin' the belt

They beggin' for help

No one can hear all the screamin' ova me winnin'

I feel like I'm lappin' myself

Fuck how ya felt. Back to yo bitch and I'm makin' her melt

The shit that I said, breakfast in bed

Head on the wall like I'm huntin' the elk

Up on the shelf, next to the plaxel avengeally had

Swimmin' in cash, isn't too bad

Lonely, famous, I'm meant to be dead

I'm meant to be dead

(Hook)

I just wanna see the fame, world be callin' my name

He no roofin' my top, fuck the gold in yo chain

Fit it off o'my city, lil' hommie, don't play

Bring yo homegirl wit me, ain't ya glad that I came now?

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

Ain't ya glad that I came now?

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

(Verse: Preauxx)

Yea, buddy, I'm still on top

2k14 but I'm still on Pac

Hell Mary, I get around

These niggas hate but they still gon' try

There are days when I just window shop

Neva vacate till the end of spot

No hoe stop, no flue, just so you know

Call this shit the bimboe pocket(?)

How ya like me now? You thought you leave the hand out

You can smack to yo damn mouth

But even that and the hand out

I saw like I turn her on the bench

That's a burden

If I had a lane you could put me in

I'd prolly be swervin'

Lonely, famous, man, my life would not be basic

Even dough you niggas dreaded, most of y'all ain't really Haitian

I hate we so divided, but my benjimins applyin'

It's a bunch of actresses that really need the otha side of me

I'm two X's, no O's

And dick that, no noses

Only lost some sanity, still on top and don't care

These cheese o' shit not dairy, maybe not some Halle Berry

Shut da fuck and get on top

Now I fin' yo breast a cherry

Hah!

(Interlude: Kap Kallous)

This ain't no dream, no

I put my team on

I'm tryna get it

You ready? I'm ready or not

I'm doin' betta man

Put that on er'thang

I'm tryna get it

You ready? We ready or not

(Hook)

I just wanna see the fame, world be callin' my name

He no roofin' my top, fuck the gold in yo chain

Fit it off o'my city, lil' hommie, don't play

Bring yo homegirl wit me, ain't ya glad that I came now?

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

Ain't ya glad that I came now?

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

I'm still on top, I'm still on top, I'm still on top

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