F.O.O.L.

I used to play my songs when I was walking Way before that money we was talking Now I done ran it up and now I’m saucing Niggas tried to steal the wave and they lost it I done ran up from the grams yeah Got you falling outta love with yo man yeah Typa shit that I don’t understand yeah Gotta keep a whole different plan yeah I can’t believe I let these bitches even get to me If I make it out my city I’ll make history Only keep a couple niggas when I play the streets If that package come with 30 we get 10 a piece And I be thinking bout them times I guess I’m reminiscing And I was running to that money I was never distant I can tell you bout them days when we was in the kitchen I would call you on the FaceTime but it’s steady glitching I can tell you bout the days when I was in the trap Wasn’t worried bout no grades cuz we was selling crack (yeah) Really move them thangs we get into that Please don’t say my name when we on the jack Really caught a wave we forever slap (yeah) Don’t know where I’d be if I ain’t never rap (yeah) Niggas wanna beef we forever clap See you tucking on yo chain cuz it’s gettin snatched I used to play my songs when I was walking Way before that money we was talking Now I done ran it up and now I’m saucing Niggas tried to steal the wave and they lost it I done ran up from the grams yeah Got you falling outta love with yo man yeah Typa shit that I don’t understand yeah Gotta keep a whole different plan yeah