180 Cruz - Dead Than Famous Lyrics

180
Yeah
180... Yeah
(Looks like you lost another one)
I rather be dead than famous
They dont understand a nigga language
She think she fell in love with a angel
My OG told me keep on dropping bangers
I switch the flows up when I be angry
They dont understand what I be saying
I swear that I miss all my angels
Yeah, and she fucking with a gangsta
Nah, she aint fucking with no wangster
These niggas really singers
They trynna steal the flavor
Hate Love gone ball like lakers
Dont pass no blunt we face em
Cant spare these hoes we take em
These niggas gay like rupaul
We trynna get this food off
Im turnt my lifestyle too raw
Dont trap unless its two phones
She said she like my new song
He hate when she put cruz on
She call me off her friend phone
I bet she leave when then bands gone
(Woah)
My lifestyle too raw
Im fucking hoes by two tons
Im trynna get this food off
These niggas gay like rupaul
Im trynna…
Im trying im trying Im trying
180
Switch the flows up when I be angry
They mad that I be singing
They mad that I drop bangers
Im cool like danny phantom
We hold your ass for ransom
Bro make you give yo bands up
You better help yo mans up
(Cause he the one to jam ya)
180
I rather be dead than famous
They dont understand a nigga language
My OG told me keep on dropping bangers
(Dropping bangers)
Yeah, and she fuckin with a gangsta
Nah, she aint fuckin with no wangster
These niggas gay like rupaul
He hate when she put cruz on
She like, go turn on cruz song"
(Run it back again Capone)
(Woah)
I rather be dead than famous
I rather be dead
I rather be dead than famous
(Woah, Woah, Nooo, Woah)
Rather be dead, than Famous
Rather be dead, than Famous
I dont really care what they saying
Rather be dead
Rather be dead than famous

180
Yeah
180... Yeah
(Looks like you lost another one)
I rather be dead than famous
They dont understand a nigga language
She think she fell in love with a angel
My OG told me keep on dropping bangers
I switch the flows up when I be angry
They dont understand what I be saying
I swear that I miss all my angels
Yeah, and she fucking with a gangsta
Nah, she aint fucking with no wangster
These niggas really singers
They trynna steal the flavor
Hate Love gone ball like lakers
Dont pass no blunt we face em
Cant spare these hoes we take em
These niggas gay like rupaul
We trynna get this food off
Im turnt my lifestyle too raw
Dont trap unless its two phones
She said she like my new song
He hate when she put cruz on
She call me off her friend phone
I bet she leave when then bands gone
(Woah)
My lifestyle too raw
Im fucking hoes by two tons
Im trynna get this food off
These niggas gay like rupaul
Im trynna…
Im trying im trying Im trying
180
Switch the flows up when I be angry
They mad that I be singing
They mad that I drop bangers
Im cool like danny phantom
We hold your ass for ransom
Bro make you give yo bands up
You better help yo mans up
(Cause he the one to jam ya)
180
I rather be dead than famous
They dont understand a nigga language
My OG told me keep on dropping bangers
(Dropping bangers)
Yeah, and she fuckin with a gangsta
Nah, she aint fuckin with no wangster
These niggas gay like rupaul
He hate when she put cruz on
She like, go turn on cruz song"
(Run it back again Capone)
(Woah)
I rather be dead than famous
I rather be dead
I rather be dead than famous
(Woah, Woah, Nooo, Woah)
Rather be dead, than Famous
Rather be dead, than Famous
I dont really care what they saying
Rather be dead
Rather be dead than famous