FTS
Been a long time coming, I ain't never win
Never seen a dollar that I never spend
Uncle Sam wanna try and dig a deeper hole just to let me live
No I can't be dirt, gotta spread my wings
No I can't be hurt, only pain can sing and be felt
I'ma keep trying til I pass Orion's belt
Steady beat buying til I know a hit would help
If I start lying, would you even buy my shelf
Shit, I wouldn't even find myself
All my wack shit is my hot joints
All them loud packs and da big toys
How we stack racks, drinking big boys
Do I need that
Do I need that
Do I listen or ignore all da feedback
Do I move or reside where da streets at
Wanna run but I know I can't leave that
All them summer days, blood where da feet at
Stay up late in da dark where da peace at
Only time I feel a spark is from da Loud pack
Every time that I fall, I just bounce back
Sad to say, I could never get my dad back
Done cried enough, I bet I'll sell that
They wanna see you down so bad
Don't retaliate cause they ain't all that
Because you lit they gon' try to feed off that
Another leeching hoe, if you ain't blood better fall back
I'm tryna reach for more, what you call that
I ain't seen da dough, I'll break off that
Till my moms and bro, a couple 5s, save da hundreds though
Couple dimes then it's time to go
No more falling like Geronimo
I keep it going nigga, boom, FTS yeah, vamanos
Woah, woah, woah, woah
FTS Y DUB NP, You already Shnow that
Don, Von here on some bullshit
The people love me cause I give them what they want
I made life my bitch, now she give me what I want
Backseat of the Benz, two hittas in the front
I do it big no EA Sports
Educated gangsta, I ain't never been a dork
Gang gang solid, I ain't never need support
Been shooting my shit, we ain't never need a court, nigga
Ain't gotta prove shit to nobody
You must think you somebody
You casually could be bodied
I ain't snitch on nobody
Always been the real in the field, nigga
Tell me what is your hobbies, nigga
Woah, and my lifestyle different? Woah
Am I my type wicked? Woah
Young, wild and I'm gifted though
Concrete where da rose grow
Ain't it funny how we compose
Love and money, ain't enough though
When I die, I'ma hate to be dead broke
Live another life like a nigga jump rope
We almost made it but we jump boat
A sacrifice is just a bump in da road
We hit it twice like a second ago
Now it's like we ain't mentioning those
Now what happened to a regular dose
All my peers dying from doing da most
I guess I gotta cook it up so I can give them da loaf
But we ain't cheered about enough so I'm pitching da toast
And life is looking kinda tough but I been taking da blows
Warrior, nigga, you can see da vein in my throat
Spitting harder on da mic, this is regular though
I been testing da waters and I been testing da road
This ain't da end of it, I know
It ain't destined to know
This ain't da end of it, I know
It ain't destined to know