Letras:
Far From Famous

like Visa or Master Express or black ones. They assume im famous like artist or actor. Moneys not a factor I grow it out my ass, if money came from

school the infants The rules are different so for those that chose to listen It's a dice game, never know, plans might change Stay in your price range, far from

back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from

a man with some consideration Determination, a little conversation, how you doin', baby? And you might want a man who just say straight I'm nasty From Tallahassee, it's a 850, you're far

to the point were our name coulda been Big Ben No matter what they gave I'da neva gave in wit out sun shine I neva caved in. I'm finally famous til the

, they never gave us a bridge They gave us a bridge card, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too far to f-ck it up now Text from my mom said "

you're growing up in a smalltown When you're growing up in a smalltown When you're growing up in a smalltown You say, no one famous ever came from here

what I mean with the tag team Then jest like 95 South when ya look out And then maybe next year maybe I show her that ya played out Redman from the 94' from

rap too good I might take it too far Had the whole damn crowd going wild 'Cause I don't stop rapping, that's my style Too $hort baby from East Oakland