Lyrics to FR
Let the band play
Rap game ain't ready for a nigga like me 'cause this shit no cap, no sun visor
Yeah, I been gettin money, got a whole lot of everything and you know it's Paper Route Business
Know I got a whole lot of niggas in they feelings
Been shittin' on niggas, I'm filthy rich
Got a knife on my neck 'cause I'm killin' shit
So hot, I'll make you run up out the building, bitch
Yeah, I set the trends, I make the young niggas go get it in
I could fall back for a while just to show you lil' niggas that you can't beat me to the end
I'm way too fire, you shouldn't even begin
Yeah, I took a lot of L's just to win
Thank God I been smooth like wind
All my niggas in the feds or the pen'
Ice down the shit on a rollie for my dogs on the time I came up, I gotchu my friends
Hide some this shit down the road for my dawgs any time that I can like, "I got you, my friend"
I feel the pain that you're feelin', my nigga, this shit hurt me too like I'm all in your skin
I used the means just to get out the streets, but the streets is what paid me and made me a man
Most of you niggas ain't shit without money, I’ll blow all this shit and start over again
I had to do this shit solo, solo
I ran up thirty and bought me a Rollo
Rollie, this bitch don't take heat, rollin'
I had to come from the bottom, stay focused
I told my bitches I don't need emotion
I was gettin' load after load, I was loaded
You niggas sit around niggas with money
Then 'rap bout this shit, man, you niggas be posin'
Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real (For real, for real)
You niggas rap what I live (For real, for real)
Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real
You niggas rap what I live
Even my haters know I got big racks
[?][1:20] I never gave his bitch back
All my opps know shots get sent back
Yeah, I'm real cool, but I still can get with that
Mindin' my business, long money what I'm gettin at, yeah
Eatin' real good, pockets gettin' fat, yeah
Niggas rap deal, I done spent that, yeah
Broke ass niggas, go fix that, yeah
Damn, this young nigga for real (For real?)
And he got digits for real (For real?)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You niggas rap while I live (Yeah)
Damn this young nigga for real (For real, for real)
And he got digits for real (For real, for real)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You niggas rap while I live (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, yeah
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, this shit for real, my nigga
Rap game ain't ready for a nigga like me 'cause this shit no cap, no sun visor
Yeah, I been gettin money, got a whole lot of everything and you know it's Paper Route Business
Know I got a whole lot of niggas in they feelings
Been shittin' on niggas, I'm filthy rich
Got a knife on my neck 'cause I'm killin' shit
So hot, I'll make you run up out the building, bitch
Yeah, I set the trends, I make the young niggas go get it in
I could fall back for a while just to show you lil' niggas that you can't beat me to the end
I'm way too fire, you shouldn't even begin
Yeah, I took a lot of L's just to win
Thank God I been smooth like wind
All my niggas in the feds or the pen'
Ice down the shit on a rollie for my dogs on the time I came up, I gotchu my friends
Hide some this shit down the road for my dawgs any time that I can like, "I got you, my friend"
I feel the pain that you're feelin', my nigga, this shit hurt me too like I'm all in your skin
I used the means just to get out the streets, but the streets is what paid me and made me a man
Most of you niggas ain't shit without money, I’ll blow all this shit and start over again
I had to do this shit solo, solo
I ran up thirty and bought me a Rollo
Rollie, this bitch don't take heat, rollin'
I had to come from the bottom, stay focused
I told my bitches I don't need emotion
I was gettin' load after load, I was loaded
You niggas sit around niggas with money
Then 'rap bout this shit, man, you niggas be posin'
Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real (For real, for real)
You niggas rap what I live (For real, for real)
Is this young nigga for real? (Yeah)
Do he got digits for real? (Yeah)
I had to get it for real
You niggas rap what I live
Even my haters know I got big racks
[?][1:20] I never gave his bitch back
All my opps know shots get sent back
Yeah, I'm real cool, but I still can get with that
Mindin' my business, long money what I'm gettin at, yeah
Eatin' real good, pockets gettin' fat, yeah
Niggas rap deal, I done spent that, yeah
Broke ass niggas, go fix that, yeah
Damn, this young nigga for real (For real?)
And he got digits for real (For real?)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You niggas rap while I live (Yeah)
Damn this young nigga for real (For real, for real)
And he got digits for real (For real, for real)
I had to get it for real (Yeah)
You niggas rap while I live (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, yeah
For real, for real, for real, for real, for real, haha
For real, for real, for real, this shit for real, my nigga
