F.Y.T.B

Killin the game like I was supposed to I remember when I had nobody to go to I neva gave up ona dream but I was close to But I gave up on da ones dat I was close to When I ain't have shit Dey said if neva be shit now I'm da moda fucka they propose to Now I'm doing shows like I hoped to I do for myself cause I chose to This shit hella hot I mean every shot Special glocks Momma had us getting switches when I was young It never stops Keep talkin tough Get yo melon popped Heat on my waste line But it's not showin Bitch I don't waste time My nine smokin Get yo top pealed or Yo spine broken At any givin date line I'm not joking Get the toys like it's play time It's pay time Hear it through the great vine Put you to sleep with yo eyes open From my perspective Posting guns on the internet To look like a Threat It's not impressive It's on sight if I catch a nigga I don't argue wit clowns in the comment section Shots fired in all directions as No gloves when I shot the weapon When I say shots I ain't talkin injections Off yo top ina mount of seconds I gotta dumb shit down for you to get the perception Ima the goat add me da collection Cause I'm the moda fucka dat Dey least respectin I'm da king of this rap shit bitch respect it When I fucked up people doubted Now I'm back on the run Earning stripes for bodies like an adidas outfit I swear on soul dese Niggas clownish I'll have to whole damn crib surrounded Shoot yo whip up get yo whip impounded Jet lee Jackie Chan Lu lang dats how da glock be kicking Trynna link up wit my opposition just drop me with em how optimistic Peal the banna you'll not be livin Whipping in the kitchen bitch I got the chicken If I ain't yo favorite you got me twisted Bang da drac I dominate Ima ape Black out Fire eight Try to skate Almost took my brother out My mistake This the juice Concentrate Niggas light Feather weight Wanna die Set a date Get da k Out da safe Choose yo fate I'm nice wit dat Nothing but Fire on my books you see me strike on the lightest match Trynna ride out this will pop like yo tire flat You just a bitch boy I don't see a man in him Dese choppas come witta stand when I'm blaming em Leaving yo man and them/ panicking So many bullet holes the doctors gotta stand and examine em F*ck yo fam and dem I'll man handle em No cameras Dese hammas will damage em Find a hole Plant you you a new chest like Pamala Anderson