F.O.M

Yo, yo Yo, yo Royal family Iamjustlenny Standing on it, homie TSH made it Standing on it, homie It's family over money My time cost me money I don't play Al Bundy I got five daughters homie They love me, they adore me Can't be feeding them baloney Foo thats five precious tummies Unless I'm making money, I ain't outside little homie Ask them, yeah, they know him Jacking em with folk nem Quit to pull your coat tail Beefing with my bro ham Brody did 12 years And he ain't tell on man Touchdown, I got him We tight like musketeers Born in Indiana Grew up here and there I game from everywhere I'm out this atmosphere One eye in the rear Cause these humans move too weird I'm standing on it, Brodie It's family over money My time cost me money I don't play Al Bundy I got five daughters homie They love me, they adore me Can't be feeding them baloney Foo that's five precious tummies Third eye open Vision clear Spirit top tier Took some years to get here Rumors, speculations Keep on speculating I'll keep elevating Protecting my energy from these secret enemies Playing like piano keys I don't need no frenemies Only trust a few Guess I'm just so into me I don't need a crew I hang with my daughters I ride with my boo She keep that rocket too She stand bout 5'2 I call her chocolate cutie My lil' sweet tooth I blaze in the booth I floss a bit too Was gone for a minute Back like brand new I walk a rope that's tight It keeps me living right Your boy ain't for the streets That's for that other life At night I'm with my wife We live a quiet life So don't disturb our peace Cause I been ready to go to war since 2018 I'm standing on it Brodie Its family over money A my time cost me money I don't play Al Bundy I got five daughters homie They love me They adore me Can't be feeding them baloney Foo that's five Precious tummies They try to test my patience They try to take it there Then hide behind a cloth Like I can't reach them there They know this ain't no game And I ain't playing fair I went back grow my hair Now they stop and stare They be like ain't you what's his name I be like yeah Kinda like Fred Astaire With a little glare Cause I've been doing this music thing for a lot of years Shed a lot of tears Lost a lot of peers Sitting at big tables with big steppers In big chairs Yo I pray to my ancestors They help me get through That cross was heavy to bear That Ankh is my roots I walk it like ooo I stand on it too I give my God the praise Be a fool not too I tell my wife the truth I don't lie to my boo I'm a solid individual Bringing in residuals Started a business Bought a franchise Then ran them digits up Call me Mr. Buttercup Boy I keep that butter cufft I ain't going broke again Boy I keep some butter tucked Paint me as a villain I'm a choose the killer I'm a nightmare Michael Jackson face trailer