Hate Being Famous Lyrics

Hey, yo, is that That Mexican OT?
Is that That Mexican OT?

They think since I got money that I'm okay now
Thinking since I got something to lose that they can play around
Like I won't do it to 'em
I'm trying to keep my cool and not do something stupid to 'em
But I'ma tell y'all right now
Y'all got me fucked up in about eight different ways
People riding by my house, trying to see if it's a dude from the song
Invade my privacy, but if I slap you, I'm wrong
I appreciate the love and yes, I'm grateful for all
But please let me be home

Like a deer in headlights, face shots, I'ma let them buck
Next person that walk to my house getting kicked in the nuts
Pop trunk in the front, they say, no trespassing punk
I'm in the shed minding my business while I be killing some skunks
While I'm taking a shit, here come lil' buddy trying to talk to me
While I'm wiping my ass, I'm like, what the fuck you want for me?
You a weird ass motherfucker as far as I can see
You just talking, you ain't even trying to take the shit or pee

So I walk back to my table, went proceeded the grub
Bitches blowing kisses, tryna come and give me a hug
And yet it all cool and shit, but now the bitch want a picture
And if I tell her no, she gon' look at me like I'm Hitler
Don't talk to me 'cause I'm the Mexican in the cowboy hat
I'm trying to talk to the people that got me living like that

"OT, I'm your biggest fan," what's the first song you heard?
"Johnny Dang, I swear to God, I know every single word."

Fuck that
People ended up banging that playing seat
From the country, startin' fires, 'ridin' tractors with bare feet
I had a show rescheduled and all hell let loose
They like I want my money back and hang his ass by a noose

I'm missing out of my family just to do the shit here for you
Plus, my voice was gone, but I made it back real soon
So I'm sorry, I'm still human
Still be in Bay City, riding 'round cooling
Still fucking wit' Hog and we got the Bay booming
Still on Brook Street, dead end still doing (What are you doing?)

What I want, they say I'm not a real Mexican because I be fucking with Trump
You think I'm not gonna be me to make you happy, you fucked up
You mixing politics with rap shit and that's tough, don't go
No, I'm not, I'm just being me and I'm letting it be known
I love all black, white, gay, polka dot, I welcome it all
Just because I'm famous, they look at me and try to find every flaw
Fuck y'all, that's how I'm feeling, microphone killing
Catch me in the be careful double cup sipping

Boy, I hate being famous
I hate being famous
Boy, I hate being famous
I hate being famous
Boy, I hate being famous