Kiss Up (Come on F.A.M)

Nothing that I do, I like to speak about it I keep it real, yeah my n****s like to be about it I'm going international, I got a chick, she German I gotta line that with my vehicle, I'm tryna' earn it I see my payroll getting longer As my friends dwindle down Are your friends really friends when they wanna hold you down? I can't keep a circle ‘Cause I’m too big for a circle They say my ego large, only scratching at the surface I’m done being humble for the sake of being humble If I feel myself and you don’t like it Homie, we can rumble Hot and cold, black and white Either way, I’m working Y’all dropped the ball I picked it up and never stopped running Blood on my sneakers ‘cause I step up N****s looking at me for a check stub Got me on a pedestal, y’all look up Pay respect to your elder N***a, kiss up Much to your chagrin I can never play pretend I’m that n***a, I’m the man I don’t operate with kids Oh my god, get a life Yeah, I’m wrong when I’m right If you listen to the fakes They don’t wanna pay the price All my dues that I paid Still in the first phase Hit the chair, slide my barber twenty-five for the fade Hit the road, to the studio to murder where I go Ima make it, thats a fact Ain’t nobody on my back I’m as light as a feather N***a what you thought, I’d let up? Uh All that shit you talking, n***a, get yourself together I watch shit grow to a one man show Brady bunch, but them n****s like to cry when I throw Tell me something Why you think I’m coming for your neck? ‘Cause you fake, yeah All that shit rhetorical, you common but I ain’t, yeah Ima talk my shit Ain’t no stopping what I think, yeah Do this shit alone, yeah I’m in the right place, yeah Money in the bag, lets get to counting I’m so done being nice You know I see you pouting Hit my brother on the snap Tryna’ make your way back Hell nah Take your shot, throw that shit right back N***a nah